Today there’s a funeral for Joe Graziano, bass player of NYHC band, Supertouch. I booked Supertouch a few times in the 80s at the Safari Club in Washington, DC. I did not personally know Joe, but 1)know the devastation that suicide leaves behind, having lost a few friends this way and 2)feel the sadness rippling through the hardcore community. I feel for those closest to him. Confusion, anger, guilt and pain all surface when someone exits this way–and words are never enough.

As a kid I thought music could heal everything. We were weirdos and misfits but we had each other. Depression is a silent killer that moves among people of all careers and all walks of life. Suicide is the worst. We’ve lost too many over the years. We are not immune. I can only hope our collective loss brings us closer together.