One of the last times I saw Matty Luv, I was in a van driving down Capp Street with my bandmates. He raised his fist to us in solidarity as we were about to go play in the middle of an illegal anti-war parade. Later, our band played in the middle of Mission Street on the back of a flatbed trailer and we stopped the parade right in front of Mission Records. The punk kids came out front to watch us and Matty took a break from working the door at the punk show to grace us with his smile. Later, i went back and tried to hang out with him for a little bit, but he was distant and preoccupied. Ironically, a bunch of us went to the park and gave each other hickeys. Meanwhile, Matty's life slipped away a few short blocks from us and we never saw him alive again. That was ten years ago today. I would be a liar if I told you that his impact wasn't still felt to this day, musically and aesthetically. I don't want to give a fucking eulogy. Just listen to this music and enjoy it. Keep living you lives and take care of the ones you love.
"Life is cheap, but living is expensive"
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none of the posts on COSMIC HEARSE work...damn.
You can get everything posted on Cosmic Hearse, and more, here: http://www.mattyluv.com/inc/disco.php
Ah, so the name Hickey comes from an actual blvd.
I always thought the song "Hickey Blvd" was some wild fantasy road littered with robotussin bottles.
It IS a wild fantasy road littered with Robo bottles and broken dreams...in south SF.
Thanks, Greg. It felt weird not doing a Matty post yesterday, but I didn't feel like I had the right things to say so I felt a lot but said nothing.
Do we ever have the right things to say? Sarah T, Ivy and I had a vigil in front of the Hickey Hotel tonight, blasting Matty tapes through a boom box, burning candles, looking through photos, drinking beers, yelling at shitty people, talking to folks in the neighborhood. Traced out the Hickey heart back onto the doorbell too.
FUCK! I was in the neighborhood today and totally pissed that I didn't have a sharpie to put the H back on the doorbell. That would have been an excellent way for me to spend my evening...
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