“And all my friends are skeletons (They beat the rhythm with their bones)”






If you’ve followed this blog for any significant length of time (or simply became engrossed in my archives one long, dark night – of either season or soul), then you know I was – and remain – a big fan of Chris Cornell.


At this point I’ll ask that you please forgive me if I come across as either “band wagon jumping” or trying to exploit his death.


I assure you, neither is the case (although the latter is a touch closer to the Truth, while still being false).




See, I happen to believe his suicide teaches a very valuable lesson.


The likes of which is rarely seen in the ‘sphere today.


Worse yet, it’d have been completely absent (except for my blog, dear readers) years ago.




I’ll offer a few quotes from the man himself to set the stage:


“Children should always feel like the adults are living in this world to nurture them, to take care of them, to protect them from any bad thing that might come.”


“The reason there’s no modern-day Shakespeare is because he didn’t have anything to do except sit in a room with a candle and think.”


“I got in touch with the creative process between the age of 14 and 16, mainly because I was alone so much.”


“Most frontmen are not born hams like David Lee Roth. We’re more like Joey Ramone: awkward geeks who somehow find our place in the world on the stage.”


“The focus on my wife and my children, it really helps me make sense of the music side of it somehow.”


Lastly, for our purposes:


“I used to work in jobs I hated because I needed the money to buy a guitar. I know what it feels like to be depressed. On the other hand, I also know what it feels like to have money, to be successful, to be independent, but I can tell you that money and success never solve your problems.”


What we have here, to all evidence and appearances, is an isolated (first by others; then by self, due to comfortable – if painful – familiarity), troubled child that, in many ways, never grew up.




Now, that’s not me taking cheap shots at him, by far.


I’m simply pointing out that, due to a lack of parental guidance, the absence of a strong circle of friends, and possession of a tremendous talent in which he could easily hide then utilize to get what he was lacking – to a certain (if unfulfilling) degree, he neither confronted nor solved any of his issues.


Women would certainly always be there. 


Keep in mind, at the time the tweet below references, Val Kilmer was sexually desired by countless women yet Chris Cornell stole them with minimal effort:






In fact, along with his incredible talent mentioned above and noted drug/alcohol dependence, I’d wager Chris Cornell never even Truly acknowledged those childhood-originating issues.


But, as many an internal-demon-plagued man has attested:


You can’t outrun yourself.




I don’t believe it’s any coincidence that he committed suicide during the period of his life in which it was increasingly (if only relatively) difficult to avoid his personal troubles.


He’d “cleaned up”, entered his fifties and became more acclimated to family life and responsibility.


All of which will certainly make a man look much harder inwardly, no doubt. 




Now, those of you who’ve ► read my second book ◄ know I will not call Chris Cornell a coward.


Nor, frankly, will I call him selfish.


Instead, I’ll merely state the lesson all of this was intended to impart:








All of the things folks will try to sell you on (especially in these parts) won’t repair the damaged little boy inside.


They’ll just further isolate him.


So when he’s finally heard—


The sobs are soul-shattering.




Thus, sing  “save me” all you wish.


Eleven times, even.


But be damn sure to sing it to folks that will listen.


Making certain—


That one of them is yourself.








12 Responses to ““And all my friends are skeletons (They beat the rhythm with their bones)””

  1. thedeti Says:

    This post is an excellent reminder to me that I need to review and research the Ace of Spades archives.

    Another home run.

  2. I’ve come to believe that most individuals who achieve some form of celebrity or notoriety were a mess before they began the journey. There’s rarely anything balanced or serene about people who reach the pinnacle, be it gold statues or gold medals.

    The mountaintop has a great view but leaves nowhere else to hide. Best to deal with the demons while still in the valley.

    • JD,

      Speaking of gold:

      “The mountaintop has a great view but leaves nowhere else to hide. Best to deal with the demons while still in the valley.”

      That’s certainly it.

  3. “Amongst lnjuns… a tribe’s greatness is figured on how mighty its enemies be.” ~ Del Gue, Jeremiah Johnson

    Women do love to nurture and number one on their list, even before little babies, is wounded men. She finds nothing more attractive than a guy who’s taken a torpedo to the port side, is taking on water and listing. If a potential mate isn’t already wounded, she’s more than willing to do the job herself and punch a hole in his heart.

    This is how women virtue signal to the men they want, “…If I can take care of you, taking care of your children will be easy.” She’s proving herself in order to qualify for motherhood. She doesn’t care if she loses the man she wounds, she’s more than willing to swap patients with other women. Her preset is to try and fix men, whether they’re broken or not. This is the ‘why’ to where Ace once said, “Eve chose the serpent, and she always will.”

    A man’s preset is to destroy his own body. Live fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse… or do it slowly with cigarettes and alcohol, it doesn’t matter. The only difference is the pace at which we destroy ourselves. Intermittently over the millennia we got to do this the old fashioned way, hunting dangerous game, fighting off wolves, lions and bears, fighting other tribes or even our own. This is how men virtue signal, displaying their wounds like trophies in order to attract women. Superman is boring. But show a nice scar with a good story behind it and watch women line up to run a finger over it. Show her a broken heart and she’ll run her lips over it.

    For the civilized intervals of history where there are no wolves stalking us, no famines or invaders, women take on that roll for themselves. It’s subconscious on their part, but they wound men because it makes their qualifying easier. A man would be reluctant to open up to other men about how his heart is aching, but give him a guitar and a microphone and he’ll stand in front of 20,000 and sing about it. Part of this is self-healing, but deep down he’s advertising his qualifications and availability. And the women line up on cue, hoping to buy what he’s selling.

    It’s not hard to convince most men that women and money will make them happy. This plays to their basic programming. However, once you realize that women and money aren’t necessarily the answer to happiness, the next question to ask is, “What is?” This is the wall that many refuse to scale over. They don’t become lost and afraid of the world they now know, it’s the one they don’t know that freezes them.

    • Myopia,

      Absolutely outstanding comment.

      And I agree very much with your take, especially here:

      “This is the ‘why’ to where Ace once said, ‘Eve chose the serpent, and she always will’.”

    • I don’t know how I missed such an excellent comment, but I’m glad I found it.




  4. Myopia seems an inappropriate name after that comment.

    Grand slam home run, Ace.

  5. […] 2} “Offer me money… power, too, promise me that… offer me everything I ask for.” = Note carefully what’s actually being said here. Inigo realizes these things – in and of themselves – are largely meaningless without peace of mind. A man can attempt escape in such but ▶ they’ll never conceal him from his demons ◀. […]

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