Mathew Fundeburk
im so mad at you. I was looking forward to you coming home. Now I have to miss you forever.
i met fundy at shows years ago - fundy was hanging out with Steve Hamberlin and Steve-O. The first and only motorcycle I’ve ever ridden was a small pocket bike that he built at Steve-O’s. He let me ride it in Steve’s neighborhood but I made him promise me that I couldn’t fall over on it before I’d do it. It was so exciting and terrifying at the same time. I also couldn’t believe that he had actually built it. I was in awe of him - I couldn’t ever build anything like that. But 7 years ago he built it with no fear.
He was jovial and upbeat almost all the time. It’s hard to believe anyone could be that way. He was a guy that I always looked forward to seeing because he seemed to be riding the high road of life. He always greeted me with a smile and wherever I was he brought me up to his level. I don’t think I ever disliked being around him or with him. He was the kind of friend, for me, that I could spend time with - just the two of us - and be very happy - content and at ease. I’ll miss him so. He filled my quiet serious thoughts with life and living - with movies and projects and food and conversation. There was seldom an event that he wasn’t excited for. Let’s build this, let’s build that, lets work on this, lets work on that. I have an idea for this. let’s watch a movie, oh how exciting it will be. He always extended an invite, that was another thing. there was never anything fundy would do, or was going to do, that he wouldn’t talk to me about. And there was nothing he would ever exclude me from. And when I did want to talk? He couldn’t be happier to listen to me - to take part in my life and be excited for me, to empathize with me, to help me in any way he could. He taught me how to change the brakes on my car and he was excited about it. It was fun for him, he couldn’t wait to do it.
I’m that way and I don’t know very many people that are excited to help their friends with mundane tasks like changing the fucking brake pads on your car.
Fundy just lived life. It’s a special mind and a special personality to receive life in that way. Fundy, It’s been a pleasure knowing you and there will always be a hole in my life where you used to be. Though the you will not be here, it will never be my goal to fill that void you left - it won’t be necessary. The reminder of you will be more meaningful then any replacement.
He loved projects and always had a story for me. He’d tell me about a guy that he knew that made this or modified that - “Hey I got a guy, a buddy I know from this or that - He can make you an iron rack for your pots and pans in the kitchen. Yeah! He can make it however you want, we can draw it up - I’ll draw it up for you yknow - and he can - yeah it’ll be great - you can put your pans up there yknow and it’ll give you more room for other stuff down below.”
“Hey, baby”
“whats up sexy?”
I’ll never forget his smile and oh those baby blues
I’ve been thinking a lot about my life and how I spend it and what I’m looking forward to. The only thing I can think of is that I’m just spending my time before I die. Life has been moving so fast for me. Fundy moved in so fast. Everything happened so fast. I keep myself so busy. krav, work, band. I cloud myself every night with weed and movies and tv shows and. And when I sleep I don’t dream at all. A dark, empty void before I wake up and stay busy all over again. I race from one commitment to the other just barely making it on time and baiting every breath. He helped me find time and find peace. Fundy made time for people and took an active interest because his heart was that big.
But I was spending my time with my friends and family and I was spending my time with fundy. both older guys, single, musicians, project oriented guys who spent good time together. He was my teammate.
I think a lot about what mold I fit in to and I think fundy and I fit in to similar molds. I think we were both open and honest guys - both guys who lived in our moments and embraced possibilities. I think we both wanted love but were unable to find it. I think he fit me well as a close friend too. He balanced me out yknow? Fundy grounded me when I was in the clouds and he elevated me when I was too rooted - and he often knew it. He let me build my walls (knowing me and my tendencies) and helped me knock them down too.
I got fundy on the CNN crew and i’ll never forget how fun it was and how much I loved having him there with me. And Fundy got me on doing shows at the Casino too. P. Ditty. Kenny Loggins. He walked me around on my first day and introduced me to everyone and got me registered and everything... He always went out of his way for me, but for him it wasn’t out of his way... it was right where he wanted to be: doing something for one of his friends and sharing as much of his life with the people he loved as possible.
I remember going to his townhouse in gilbert. I remember when he had the floors done. I remember when he had his band play there at his house and how cool I thought it was. It was an all acoustic band, i can’t remember the name but it was an odd name (I remembered it hours and hours later. Grand Koolie). And the people in the band didn’t live here so it was a special occasion for them to play.
I’ve had 3 people like this in my life and all three of them have passed and I’m still here not figuring it out.
i met fundy at shows years ago - fundy was hanging out with Steve Hamberlin and Steve-O. The first and only motorcycle I’ve ever ridden was a small pocket bike that he built at Steve-O’s. He let me ride it in Steve’s neighborhood but I made him promise me that I couldn’t fall over on it before I’d do it. It was so exciting and terrifying at the same time. I also couldn’t believe that he had actually built it. I was in awe of him - I couldn’t ever build anything like that. But 7 years ago he built it with no fear.
He was jovial and upbeat almost all the time. It’s hard to believe anyone could be that way. He was a guy that I always looked forward to seeing because he seemed to be riding the high road of life. He always greeted me with a smile and wherever I was he brought me up to his level. I don’t think I ever disliked being around him or with him. He was the kind of friend, for me, that I could spend time with - just the two of us - and be very happy - content and at ease. I’ll miss him so. He filled my quiet serious thoughts with life and living - with movies and projects and food and conversation. There was seldom an event that he wasn’t excited for. Let’s build this, let’s build that, lets work on this, lets work on that. I have an idea for this. let’s watch a movie, oh how exciting it will be. He always extended an invite, that was another thing. there was never anything fundy would do, or was going to do, that he wouldn’t talk to me about. And there was nothing he would ever exclude me from. And when I did want to talk? He couldn’t be happier to listen to me - to take part in my life and be excited for me, to empathize with me, to help me in any way he could. He taught me how to change the brakes on my car and he was excited about it. It was fun for him, he couldn’t wait to do it.
I’m that way and I don’t know very many people that are excited to help their friends with mundane tasks like changing the fucking brake pads on your car.
Fundy just lived life. It’s a special mind and a special personality to receive life in that way. Fundy, It’s been a pleasure knowing you and there will always be a hole in my life where you used to be. Though the you will not be here, it will never be my goal to fill that void you left - it won’t be necessary. The reminder of you will be more meaningful then any replacement.
He loved projects and always had a story for me. He’d tell me about a guy that he knew that made this or modified that - “Hey I got a guy, a buddy I know from this or that - He can make you an iron rack for your pots and pans in the kitchen. Yeah! He can make it however you want, we can draw it up - I’ll draw it up for you yknow - and he can - yeah it’ll be great - you can put your pans up there yknow and it’ll give you more room for other stuff down below.”
“Hey, baby”
“whats up sexy?”
I’ll never forget his smile and oh those baby blues
I’ve been thinking a lot about my life and how I spend it and what I’m looking forward to. The only thing I can think of is that I’m just spending my time before I die. Life has been moving so fast for me. Fundy moved in so fast. Everything happened so fast. I keep myself so busy. krav, work, band. I cloud myself every night with weed and movies and tv shows and. And when I sleep I don’t dream at all. A dark, empty void before I wake up and stay busy all over again. I race from one commitment to the other just barely making it on time and baiting every breath. He helped me find time and find peace. Fundy made time for people and took an active interest because his heart was that big.
But I was spending my time with my friends and family and I was spending my time with fundy. both older guys, single, musicians, project oriented guys who spent good time together. He was my teammate.
I think a lot about what mold I fit in to and I think fundy and I fit in to similar molds. I think we were both open and honest guys - both guys who lived in our moments and embraced possibilities. I think we both wanted love but were unable to find it. I think he fit me well as a close friend too. He balanced me out yknow? Fundy grounded me when I was in the clouds and he elevated me when I was too rooted - and he often knew it. He let me build my walls (knowing me and my tendencies) and helped me knock them down too.
I got fundy on the CNN crew and i’ll never forget how fun it was and how much I loved having him there with me. And Fundy got me on doing shows at the Casino too. P. Ditty. Kenny Loggins. He walked me around on my first day and introduced me to everyone and got me registered and everything... He always went out of his way for me, but for him it wasn’t out of his way... it was right where he wanted to be: doing something for one of his friends and sharing as much of his life with the people he loved as possible.
I remember going to his townhouse in gilbert. I remember when he had the floors done. I remember when he had his band play there at his house and how cool I thought it was. It was an all acoustic band, i can’t remember the name but it was an odd name (I remembered it hours and hours later. Grand Koolie). And the people in the band didn’t live here so it was a special occasion for them to play.
I’ve had 3 people like this in my life and all three of them have passed and I’m still here not figuring it out.