A EULOGY FOR SCOTT HUTCHISON, A MAN I NEVER MET
I turned on my car radio, and βRained Onβ by Frightened Rabbit began playing. I had just moved to Los Angeles by myself. Homesick, scared, and exhausted, Scottβs voice played on 88.5 FM on my drive home. With tears in my eyes, I drove to the couch I was sleeping on at the time in L.A.βs notoriously bad traffic. However, everything was alright because I had Scott to sing me home.
βDidnβt ask for a downpour, didnβt need a flood.β
β βRained Onβ by Frightened Rabbit
Since I was 15, Frightened Rabbit have played in the background of my life. From basements of high school friends to long bus rides in college, Scottβs voice would guide me home. No matter how lost, how terrified, or how βroadlessβ I felt, I would always arrive home safely. Scottβs ability to be honest made me feel less alone, and less ashamed to not be okay.
βIβll go wherever I can go, roadless as I am. Roadless soul.β
β βRoadlessβ by Frightened Rabbit
Although Scott may not be with us in an earthly sense, he stays with every fan and loved one. He left a collection of music, poetry, and vocals that will continue to help sad souls. I may not have known Scott personally, but his impact on me and my loved ones are unquestionable.
βAnd you know when itβs all gone, something carries on. And itβs not morbid at all just when natures had enough of you. When my blood stops, someone elseβs will not. When my head rolls off, someone elseβs will turn. You can mark my words, Iβll make tiny changes to earth. And while Iβm alive, Iβll make tiny changes to earth.β
β βHeads Roll Offβ by Frightened Rabbit
Scott, we love you. We wish you never went away. We hope youβre alright now.
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