I knew Chris for 24 years. I'd never thought of it before, but Chris was my very first internet friend. I wish I had thought of that and told him when he was alive-- he would have gotten a kick out of knowing that.
I believe we met in a yahoo music chat room. It was the late 90s, and we bonded over music, and shared so many great songs with each other. And that's how it always was, in the years since then. I remember back when we would actually have to send each other the mp3s. I loved his taste in music, as well as his great personality. And he sort of introduced me to the internet, at least the social sides of it.
The last time we talked it was to share remixes of the Wellerman song, and it seems fitting that our last contact was about music, just like our first contact, and so much in between.
I remember him as some of his user names, like Dog_62 and error_404. And he sent me a couple remixes he made as MC Error, I think. Absolute fire, I could hardly believe he'd made it sound that good! Anyway, I eventually came to think of him as his real name, too. And as platforms changed we always kept on each others friends list, like myspace and then facebook.
I was often lonely, at different times in my life, and he made me less lonely as we typed back and forth, or often just said hello to each other.
I can't believe I'll never see him come up on my screen again, and will never swap tunes with him again. I have cried so many times since I found out.
We were "brothers from another mother" as he always said. We haven't talked as often these days, but had good memories, and kept in touch. While different friends came and went over the years, he was a steady presence, as we existed in the background of each others lives. In my interactions with him he was always kind, with a resilient vibe, and unabashedly sentimental.
Right from the start he had always talked about how he loved American things and wanted to go to college here. I remember his first visit, it was so crazy-- me and my friends had so much fun with him. Even though I'd known him a few years, I could not even understand a word he said in person, at first, because he had such a heavy cockney accent! And I'll never forget the way he'd jumble his words when he got a big goofy grin, and I never realized how much I liked it.
And then there was a whole little scandal because, ok so, my memory is really fuzzy here, but I was like 22, and I thought of him as roughly my same age. But I think after he had been hanging out with me and my friends for like... a week, or something? ...while supposedly trying to find a college to attend, it came out that he had been sort of deceptive or something about his age, because he was only just like, maybe turning 16 at the time! What a surprise! He was like 6'3'' or something, even then, and it was just shocking to think of how young he actually was, and had been all along. That was, I think, through all the years, the *only* time I was ever even a little upset with him. But it was hard to be too upset, because it seemed a little like a movie where a kid pretends to be older to go off into the world to seek adventure. He was apologetic, we worked through it, and made more memories. His visits were so fun, my friends and family loved him too, and they have always asked how he was doing, through the years.
During his visit he ended up traveling down to the Harley Race Wrestling Academy, and things didn't work out well for him there, but I never knew quite what had happened. But I remember he kept buying tasty Dinty Moore beef stew, and talking about how he needed our American food to fatten him up! Lol we had fun with that, intentionally finding fattening American foods for him to eat. And eventually thanks to Myspace and Facebook, I got to see pictures of him slowly working his way from a skinny youth into having huge muscles.
Chris was tough, but smart and artsy and peaceful at the same time. He was a guy who worked in both IT while also being a bouncer, what can I say?
More recently we had both begun distancing from the facebook platform, at least I had, and we were planning to link up on the Blizzard ap. I know we would have continued to connect online as communication programs evolved for the rest of our lives. And we were hoping to hang out in San Diego, too, someday. And maybe I would have eventually been lucky enough to be able to visit him in England.
This has been a heart-rending loss for me, and I can hardly imagine what this is like for those who saw him on a regular basis. He is the type of person who is extra hard to loose. He would be the perfect person to talk to, about something like this, but I can't. So I will try to be like him and be tough. But he will be forever missed.
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