It’s weird to realize I only talked about Stone Temple Pilots once here long time ago referring to their best of album, Thank You. And it’s weird because it’s a band I’ve always loved and often listened to, especially to their masterpiece, Purple.
It was sad to wake up yesterday reading the news that confirmed Scott Weiland was found dead in his tour bus. It was something that many of us knew it was going to happen eventually, but when the time came, it was shocking and sad anyway.
Weiland was an asshole, but he was Scott Weiland. One of the most prominent frontmen rock has gifted us with, with an incredible voice and a way of transmitting feelings through his melodies able to make us have goosebumps. But he was all the time dealing with heavy drug addiction, his personality was not easy, and sometimes he could be a real prick.
When someone dies everybody focuses on the good points and positive contributions of the deceased, but let’s be honest: Weiland ruined the progression of Stone Temple Pilots, and he has to be blamed for it. When I had to review his last and mediocre album, I was pissed off at him, and I called him son of a bitch. And I still think of him in the same way, because I always hoped he would reunite Stone Temple Pilots for good, and he didn’t. I wanted to relive the same experience I had back in 1994 when I attended one of their shows in Madrid, while they were introducing Purple. One of the most memorable shows I’ve ever seen, enhanced by the fact that it was the first show I was travelling to a different city for with friends, and I was not yet so veteran in live shows as I am nowadays.
On stage I saw him twice, with the Pilots and Velvet Revolver, and damn! He was an animal. He had style and attitude, he could be sexy and nasty at the same time, his voice was powerful, and his performances very theatrical.
It’s sad to see someone, let’s say not so old, as he was 48, passing away. Someone you don’t know and perhaps you don’t even like, but who you’ve been somehow growing up with since you were a teenager.
So damn you, Scott Weiland! For being so selfish and so out of control. You could have given us much more, but now you’re gone.
I will always remember you singing this in the rockin’ chair:
Drivin’ faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
Fallin’ faster in my car