We recently heard that our long time friend Stacy Schrag committed suicide on May 18th. This was a huge shock to hear and we're still reeling.
I wrote a big sappy eulogy, then read it, then deleted it. I don't think it was in the spirit of Stacy Schrag. I think I wrote it for myself to help process his absence, but I think if he read it he'd look at me with a smirk and tell me to fuck off. Here is the condensed version. Honest. Straight to the point. No bullshit. It's more his style.
Stacy played guitar in Blueprint for Disaster. They were unrelentingly brutal. Show for show I don't think I've been more positive I would see someone's blood than I was with BfD.
When we parted ways with Patrick, Stacy played guitar with us for a 5 week tour. He was my first pick for the job and after the tour I tried very diligently to get him to move to Seattle and permanently join the band. He declined, choosing to stay in Medford with his wife at the time (love you too Kimbo!) and continue building up the small DIY scene in Southern Oregon.
Stacy was a phenomenal photographer. We're proud to have his photography in our albums. His flickr page is here.
Stacy was a loyal friend. You could cold call him at 3am on a shitty drive up the coast and he'd open his house to you and the other 2 bands you're touring with in a second. He had your back without any hesitation.
I wish I could say I knew he was having trouble and had the opportunity to reach out and see if I could help, but sadly that's not how this shit tends to go down. Still think about him everyday. Love and miss him.
