tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post3079536347104936015..comments2023-03-07T01:38:03.078-08:00Comments on RIP DBZ: 1973-2014Tony Piffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13118128463425138509noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-45280419006887463892017-07-23T02:22:40.324-07:002017-07-23T02:22:40.324-07:00That is so fucking awesome That is so fucking awesome dinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11732765410528007737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-23674261431700255672017-07-21T00:17:41.349-07:002017-07-21T00:17:41.349-07:00Still miss the #dbz Still miss the #dbz dinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11732765410528007737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-49669795384714446332016-06-06T19:26:59.083-07:002016-06-06T19:26:59.083-07:00Dom, fitting that I should find out about your dea...Dom, fitting that I should find out about your death years later; I still have your beautiful hand written letters of love; I always admired your talents; I remember visiting you in every IC unit in Portland as you were hell bent on ending it...but you made it a lot further since that time...and I am glad for it... thanks for heaven and thanks for hell, may the two come together and give you peace... with love your from your first wife, Hide... hope you are riding your bike searching for raccoon bears...somewhere...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16082419615712837295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-66062573021920727462015-11-11T04:52:20.380-08:002015-11-11T04:52:20.380-08:00I remember Dom, at Llanarth Court Prep School, 83...I remember Dom, at Llanarth Court Prep School, 83/86 Raglan Wales. We used to sit together in Art Class, he was very good at art then, he taught me to paint Vietnam models. I'm sure this is the Dom I know. Looks the same, he was such a rebel at school.Cordes Sur Cielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05566181634205264507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-83177201672966384462015-08-11T07:45:58.835-07:002015-08-11T07:45:58.835-07:00Becky Lovelock is it? wow. long time.
Becky Lovelock is it? wow. long time. <br />willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16804213959347595825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-78479811811020129802015-08-10T11:48:37.701-07:002015-08-10T11:48:37.701-07:00Tony just messaged me your email address so I'...Tony just messaged me your email address so I'll email you my email address so you can email me your phone number! x<br />Bekki Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04987222461641330649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-87252845312713546972015-08-10T11:44:45.821-07:002015-08-10T11:44:45.821-07:00yes please! If you can call me I'll call you s...yes please! If you can call me I'll call you straight back. xxxx<br />Bekki Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04987222461641330649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-60712734008961318102015-08-10T09:46:45.416-07:002015-08-10T09:46:45.416-07:00All pictures, stories, impressions, memorabilia, e...All pictures, stories, impressions, memorabilia, etc. are welcome and much appreciated. Recognizing him in the experiences of others has been an incredible way to continue to feel connected to him... He still surprises me sometimes. BUZZ KILLINGTONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18441284559033332601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-19192710623868857332015-08-10T09:42:19.293-07:002015-08-10T09:42:19.293-07:00Thank you for sharing this beautiful letter--it me...Thank you for sharing this beautiful letter--it means so much to see these words...BUZZ KILLINGTONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18441284559033332601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-64280919915608773752015-08-10T09:17:04.295-07:002015-08-10T09:17:04.295-07:00Will do. Thank you so much for sharing this--I rem...Will do. Thank you so much for sharing this--I remember him telling parts of this story, but it's interesting to hear from another perspective. I know you meant a lot to him, and I'd love to meet you one day, too. Talk to you soon. <3BUZZ KILLINGTONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18441284559033332601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-73141256429937364902015-08-06T11:37:11.229-07:002015-08-06T11:37:11.229-07:00(England)
(England)<br />Bekki Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04987222461641330649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-11464273310307126752015-08-06T11:36:31.540-07:002015-08-06T11:36:31.540-07:00p.s. my 50th birthday party is 5th September in No...p.s. my 50th birthday party is 5th September in North Herefordshire. Wouldn't it be cool for all Buzzard's best mates to come. Call me x 07702181288 or 01568 615584Bekki Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04987222461641330649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-48983123159612303372015-08-06T11:30:57.193-07:002015-08-06T11:30:57.193-07:00Alex, I can't wait to meet you. xAlex, I can't wait to meet you. x<br />Bekki Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04987222461641330649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-7592619848378864682015-08-06T11:25:28.400-07:002015-08-06T11:25:28.400-07:00kinda like when my cat ate a skipping rope!!!!!kinda like when my cat ate a skipping rope!!!!!Bekki Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04987222461641330649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-5961646731177250542015-08-06T11:19:04.229-07:002015-08-06T11:19:04.229-07:00I wish we;d had mobile phones back then. Would'...I wish we;d had mobile phones back then. Would've loved to have filmed you inhaling a condom and regurgitating it out of your mouth!Bekki Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04987222461641330649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-10641513172679061902015-08-06T09:46:34.823-07:002015-08-06T09:46:34.823-07:00And then you so desperately wanted to leave Bath (...<br /> And then you so desperately wanted to leave Bath ( around 19) and you came round to mine with a pamphlet from a medical research laboratory , proudly announcing that you were gonna let them inject some SHIT into you and record how f****d up you got and pay you £800 to sign a legal disclaimer so you could buy a ticket to the U S of A to pursue your BMX dreams!!!!! Jesus f******g Christ........so I raided every piggy bank and raided the rent and scraped together £300 for you to make you promise you wouldn't go to the medical lab! And then I knew when you opened the envelope I would never see you again but at the time that's what I wanted. I wanted The Hungry Buzzard from Hell to spread his wings and find his own place in the world. <br /> And then there was the time when you came back to England and arranged to meet me and I DIDN'T COME. Buzzzard, my truck broke down and I couldn't ring you (no mobiles) and you must've stood there and I DIDN'T COME! And I'm soooooooo sorry. But the universe conspired to keep the legend in tact and not sully it with cheezy family get-togethers. x<br /> Sometimes, over these lean years away from you, I have felt you crying out across the cosmic airwaves and I have spent long days trying to find you online but all I've found under your real name is a coupla mugshots courtesy of the Oregon Police Dept. Yeah, you're so PUNK ROCK of course you don't use your real name online! Last year I was MAD looking for you; possessed.<br /><br /> Buzzard, you were my best friend, sometimes my brother, sometimes my son, ALWAYS my teacher. Friends of mine would take me aside and ask me, " Are you and Buzzard lovers?", and I'd say to them, "Look, I'm a 23 year old woman and he's a teenage school boy.....WHAT DO YOU THINK?" And we'd laugh and we'd laugh and we'd laugh.<br /> Well...HBFH, you've won, you've OUTPUNKED me. I love and respect you for all you have given.<br /> You have my love today as always, Bekkki Love x<br />Bekki Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04987222461641330649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-34286979130254338782015-08-06T09:45:53.652-07:002015-08-06T09:45:53.652-07:00Open letter to my soul brother (departed)
Dear Buz...Open letter to my soul brother (departed)<br />Dear Buzzard,<br />I only found out last night that you've gone. I wanted to find you again.. I wanted to invite you to my 50th birthday party! I was thinking back to when we met; do you remember? I was 23 and you were 16 ( you used to tell people that you were 15 and that I corrupted you; this IS NOT TRUE!) It was the long hot summer of 1989. I was driving by in my Mini 1275GT (with full fold back sunroof) and you were hitching home from school. You'd probably spent your bus money on typewriter ink or guitar strings. You jumped in the back and I said "Hi,what's your name?" and you said (real dead pan) "I'm The Hungry Buzzard from Hell" and I said, "I'll probably just call you Buzzard"...Then it stuck! We got talking in the car and I didn't drop you off, I took you home with me....and that's where it all began.<br /> We got a few raised eyebrows over the next few years (especially from your Dad). Not sure your school friends appreciated some random grown-up tagging along and my friends could not fathom my friendship with this scrawney, pimply Punk with PVC drainpipes held together with duck tape! But we were inseparable and we laughed and laughed and looked after each other through the highs (very high!) and the lows (pretty low!). I was so privilleged to have those years with you.<br /><br /> Our relationship was one of just a tiny handful of times I have experienced TOTAL and MUTUAL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. Thank you.<br /><br /> I remember all the beautiful little gifts you used to bring me; the compilation tapes you used to make me with painstaking and beautiful artwoork on the sleeves. I still have them even though I went on to live on the road and I haven't owned a cassette player for years!<br /> I remember the fanzines you used to write on your old fashioned typewriter and you had about 3 subscribers and you used to type 3 copies of everything and you used to dutifully send them out each month to your faithful followers - kinda analogue Twitter! You made me laugh until I cried with joy!<br />Do you remember when they installed a "make your own stickers" machine in the Mall by Waitrose supermarket? You took it as a green card to stick stickers on all the meat in the supermarket. The one I remember that made me laugh - DANGER - FROZEN SPHINCTER - DO NOT EAT (on all the joints of meat in the frozen section!)<br /> Bekki Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04987222461641330649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-5957823893934270162015-07-19T13:47:05.939-07:002015-07-19T13:47:05.939-07:00or somehow get the fuck in touch I knew Dom from t...or somehow get the fuck in touch I knew Dom from the teacher sitting us together because our second names were together in the alphabet. Will Day, Brighton. <br />willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16804213959347595825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-78790463348781586562015-07-19T13:42:13.735-07:002015-07-19T13:42:13.735-07:00Alex T pls can you get in touch on FB - this is Wi...Alex T pls can you get in touch on FB - this is Will in UK, old friendwillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16804213959347595825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-84377941155753782022015-07-19T13:40:44.892-07:002015-07-19T13:40:44.892-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16804213959347595825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-51751070704657993252015-02-04T19:58:16.120-08:002015-02-04T19:58:16.120-08:00Hey Dom,
Worked with you only for a short time at ...Hey Dom,<br />Worked with you only for a short time at a shitty job, you were a good guy to have for a co-worker though. Showed me some ropes about bike mechanics, and kept it pretty real. Sorry you're gone man. <br />-KWAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-45766949911464176852015-01-07T05:25:20.860-08:002015-01-07T05:25:20.860-08:00Dom was my little big brother from about 1988. Wha...Dom was my little big brother from about 1988. What a wonderful being. Gutted to lose him. Tim GoldieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-7801120341395861762015-01-04T01:44:21.537-08:002015-01-04T01:44:21.537-08:00Cantelowes misses you punk!
X Cantelowes misses you punk! <br />X dinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11732765410528007737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-28316039391569724762015-01-01T20:21:24.526-08:002015-01-01T20:21:24.526-08:00I have stories and pics I'd like to contribute...I have stories and pics I'd like to contribute if you would like! 😁 dinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11732765410528007737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942247240409219736.post-82006406749652559642014-12-30T21:47:31.523-08:002014-12-30T21:47:31.523-08:00thank you for writing this obituary. dom was by my...thank you for writing this obituary. dom was by my side through some of my darkest hours. <br />here is a beautiful and touching lettter he wrote me during those days.<br /><br />"10/8/10<br /><br />Hey.<br /><br />I love you.<br />It's so strange to feel like I'm thinking rationally and dealing with my emotions, when the physical need to cry and scream wells up out of me without warning or reason.<br />I've had friends die on me before, but never anybody who meant as much to me--and it doesn't make it any easier. I kind of know what to expect and how long it will drag on for (forever), but it isn't anything you get used to.<br />(redacted) You WILL ask yourself forever, "What else could I have done?" but it won't make any difference. I will, too, and it won't make any difference. It won't ever become any easier to accept, but it will become something that has happened in your life, just like the places you've visited before and will never see again, or whatever you ate for breakfast a week ago.<br /><br />I will be here for you. Whatever you need, I will help. It's as much for me as it is for you, so don't think I'm being selfless and "a great guy" or whatever--I need to help you get through the next couple of months or weeks or years, just as much as you'll need that help. Without that, all I have is introspection and torturing myself.<br />Please don't shut me out.<br /><br />(redacted)<br /><br />I'll be here for you, darling. Whatever you need, I've got the time and energy and ability to do it.<br />I wish I was with you now. It is so hard to be alone and think of you hurting like this.<br />I'm occupying myself by, well, drinking like a fucking fish, and organizing ****. Hopefully we can get that done soon and pay your rent for a month, to give you some breathing room. As well as that, the weekend after next we'll be having a balls-out, out-of-control, scream-at-the-moon all-night freak-out at ***** the weekend after next. We'll play all his favorite music (that fucker had great taste in music!) and just cutting loose. Fuck hanging out in a bar; I need to get high as a kite, puking drunk, piss my pants and lose my mind. I'm not alone.<br />I'm more than grateful for the times I had with him, but I'm so fucking resentful that I won't have any more.<br /><br />I want to put a book together of all the ridiculous stories of him…<br /><br />I'll be in touch soon, sweetheart. I'm trying to give you some space right now, and *** said she's looking after you, but I'm looking after you.<br />I love you."<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com