I dont want to be making this post.
Rest in peace, James Owen Sullivan.
The drummer in Avenged Sevenfold, a band who've had such importance in my life since I was a kid, fucking thirteen, fourteen years old. But so much more on top of that too- there isn't anyone who could ever slide into his place. He's too unique for pale immitations. A legend of a musician...
Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan, who seemed so sweet and surprised when I asked for his autograph, who took ten minutes out to play with a sliding tour bus door so that me and Amy would giggle along with him in a cold Birmingham backstreet... I remember Jack letting me sit with the drumstick he had, the one that was Jimmy's, and being half tempted to steal it.
I was first drawn into Avenged because Jimmy's drumming, because of the sound of machine guns. They were the first band that showed me that, you know... Avenged won't... I'm not sure if they can be without Jimmy. Who could compare? I've seen Avenged an insane amount of times since 2005 and every time his stick hit the skin will stick with me.
My thoughts are with his friends and his family and also, my fellow fans and best friends. He was only twenty eight; he was Jimmy Fucking Sullivan who I adore so much and I'm fighting to keep this from sinking in.
Don't forget Jimmy, kids. I'm getting my fourth tattoo this month and I'm getting it for him.
Fuck it... Jimmy I love you.