RIP Bradley Nowell :: essays research papers

-T hose of you who were fortunate enough to meet Bradley Nowell, saw a mankind who liked to smile and sing. He did these two things with the greatest of ease. The man we knew liked to pick up a guitar, not needles, but on the 25th of May in 1996, many of us were shocked by the discussion of his tragic death. Just seven days earlier, he married the beautiful Troy Dendekker. Things were lookin absolutely bright for him. It was rumored that he even woke up extra archean on the morning of his death to walk his dog on the beach because he felt just great to be living. Hours later after he woke up, he was found dead from a heroin overdose in his San Francisco motel room. W hat went wrong I thought to myself? I remember listening the news of his death on a local radio station. Ive been a Sublime fan since my senior year of high school. The single "Date scandalise" made the Chicago airwaves and I was hooked. I did a little research and I discovered that Bradley had been in and out of rehabilitation centers since 1992. Many pack that Ive talked to active Bradleys death really didnt seem to care. Being a huge Sublime fan, I was angered by their ignorance. Most of the time I heard people say that it was Bradleys fault for taking the drug in the first place, but I came to realize that it really wasnt his fault. Troy Nowell says in the VH1 documentary on Bradley that seemingly the drug was "bigger than both of us (Bradley and Troy)". She said he hated what he was doing, and tried to stop numerous times, but the world is ignorant to the incident that this drug, heroin, is extremely physically addictive. Bud Gaugh, the drummer of Sublime, said he used to hug, sweat, and cry with Bradley during his fight with heroin. If it were his choice, Bradley wouldve stopped using it, but heroin took a hold of his jumpiness and his entire body. W e need to remember the Bradley who gave us three absolutely spectacular albums and a voice that stopped the world, not the one who stuck needles in his arm. There is not a day that goes by that I dont think about him a good twelve hours during the day.