On May 31st 2008, an old friend of mine, Scott Wallace Webster also known as Skoota passed away before he made it to the Deathpunkfest gig in New Plymouth.
I want to personally pay tribute to Skoota here on my own website. I've spent weeks mourning him and will always miss him. Skoota was at every art exhibition I ever had during my time in Auckland. He made an effort to travel to gigs I organised in Wellington. And he loved it. He was there at my 30th in Wellington as a surprise; he met my family, they thought he was awesome. But of course he was. He's my mate. I don't hang out with dickheads. He always had something positive and constructive to say to me about every piece of art I made that he ever saw.
That meant a lot to me. Most of my punk/goth/metal friends take for granted that I am an artist first - I'm usually a beautifully violent rocknroll barbie first - or just a drunken piece of trash to throw away - but Skoota never treated me like that. He appreciated that I was trying make my way in the world with my art; and that like him, I am one sick motherfucker.
Not that I ever fucked my mother, mind.
She is such a holdout.
Laugh. That was a joke.
But. Skoota was one of the few punk rock perverts that I have ever felt an affinity with. As I teased him on the night before he died he was a Saint for Semen.
He hugged me. Said he loved me.
I Love You Too, Brother.
Here is an obituary I wrote.
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Kia tau te rangimarie Skoota.
You were an honest, charming and extremely intelligent man. One of my recent, fondliest memories of you is from the Goth picnic a few months ago. It had just gotten dark and I heard a whooping emanating from the shadows. I knew then that Skoota was there! Hurrah! We talked about Deathpunkfest and how you were so excited to be able to make it. There was much whooping and crotch-grabbing. No matter how silly you were being, you always remained switched on and still capable of being down-to-earth. I will always appreciate the encouraging talks you gave me; about exhibitions, graphic art, the gigs or lifestyle choices.
I am so grateful I got to spend some time with you last week and that I got to meet some more of your excellent friends.
I am going to miss you so fucking much.
Thank you for the wicked birthday present. Thank you for making it down to New Plymouth. Thank you for being a good mate and always reminding me about the Punk Rock whanau.
Here's a song for you, brother.
Turbonegro - I Will Never Die
Let's Go -
Alright -
Hey punkettes look at me -
I master eternity -
Gonna make you scream out loud -
Get the fuck off of my cloud -
Alright -
I'm in complete control -
Now heads are gonna roll -
I see you turning bald -
I'll never grow old -
I'll never die -
I'll never die -
I'll never die -
Come join me for a ride -
There's no need to make reply -
You can't kill what does not live -
I'll make you suffer by my will -
Alright -
I'm in complete control -
Now heads are gonna roll -
I see you turning bald -
I'll never grow old -
I'll never die -
I'll never die -
I'll never die -
I'm a total mastermind -
Don't wanna hear you whine -
Brain of gold -
A heart of stone -
And your a pussy -
Long, long gone -
C'mon -
I'm in complete control -
Now heads are gonna roll -
I see you turning bald -
I'll never grow old -
I'll never die -
I'll never die -
I'll never die -
Swallow broken glass -
TNT up my ass -
Steal a mobsters cash -
Smoke twenty tons of hash -
I'll never die -
RIP Rear Anus Admiral CasualAnalSexGuy.
Only you know how to put the Death in Deathpunk.
May you live on, forever in our hearts and minds.
Arohanui ki a koe, ki te whanau me nga hoa.
Lots of aroha to you, your family and your friends.
TURBOJUGEND AOTEAROA U-666
DEATHPUNK FOREVER
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Thank you to all my friends that have helped me get through this rough time; especially RoadKill, Skate & Wolfgang.
Fucking Love You. Fucking Mean It.
xxx
