RIP Jerry Fuchs.
He was a year or two older than Dark and I and went to Walton. I actually knew his younger brother better but got to hang out with Jerry a few times in Athens once he joined Maserati after Phil left. My most amazing memory of him was at SXSW this past year when Zach from the 40 watt asked me to play between bands, which meant the amazement of playing right before Maserati. Needless to say I was thrilled. After I was done, Maserati got on and completely annihilated the place. A packed house was standing around afterwards clamoring to talk to the dudes, and Jerry came walking through the crowd and walked right by me. He stopped, came back and said, "Man that was some funny shit earlier, thanks for playing."
Jesus, its hard to think about how kind that simple statement was, and how much it meant to me. At the time I was pretty awestruck just knowing his lineage, but thinking about that today I was happy to even cross paths with him. As few times as it was. Truly one of the best drummers i've ever seen live. Hilarious dude. Kind guy.
Been thinking about the dudes from Maserati all day today. I cant imagine what they are going through. Its truly like losing a brother. Keep your heads up guys, remember him for being one of the family. RIP JERRY.
UPDATE: here is a New York Times article on Jerry
and it clears up alot about the elevator confusion. Damn. Such a tragic way to die.