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Friday, September 14, 2007

SAD

So sad to hear of the death of our old friend Steve Dowsett.

More of us loved ya than you realised, bro' - you didn't need to go to that terrible dark place all by yourself.

Hhh.

6 Comments:

At 7:54 pm, Blogger pw2012 said...

I totally agree with that sentiment Kek. Steve was a really good friend to me and I've been feeling so bad about this since finding out earlier on.
I loved his sneering punk rock persona but I liked the softer side of him even more.
Last time I saw him was at Dave's wake and I could see then that he wasn't well. I hugged him because I was so pleased to see him though and when we broke apart he came straight back for another big hug.
I just googled his name in the hope of finding a picture of him and came across your post. If anyones got a pic or two of him could you please send them to me at pw2012@hotmail.co.uk
Steve made me laugh so many times. (I shared the funniest trip of my life with him and Mr Bramley at Thatcham Park one afternoon)
We shared so many good times together (and with Steve Bramley) and we looked out for each other. I even turned a blind eye when I thought he was knicking hash off me cos he'd been so supportive to me when I'd needed it.
He once tried to teach me to play drums but I was hopeless.
I found him gentle, kind, thoughtful, caring, funny as fuck and a wicked mate and I miss him already. I find it hard to come to terms with the way his life ended really.
I really hope you can rest in peace Steve mate.

 
At 8:22 pm, Blogger kek-w said...

Well said, man...

He was a really, really funny guy, with a wickedly dry sense of humour and a really twisted wit...

but, yeah, he was a real softy inside. And a fucking seriously underrated drummer. Thanks for reminding me of some really funny stuff and some great times 'cause I've been feeling really sad and bad about losing him.

I've just had a flash of him passing out face down in a completely full ashtray on the bar in the Butchers one sat. afternoon, then waking up with fag-butts on his face and that bemused, bug-eyed look he used to have in his speed days - like, "what the fuck!" LOL!

 
At 9:34 pm, Blogger pw2012 said...

I love that image of the fag butts stuck to his face :)
Thought I'd share a few quotes from our trip in response.
None of us were really into doing trips anymore but I’d been told they were old and therefore just weak and giggly. We sat by the gas fire smoking hot knives and mushrooms until the acid kicked in. Steve said, “I feel completely insane.... I feel alright though.” Steve bramley replied with “Well, I feel like a nervous wreck, but I’m not hallucinating.” Steve Dowsett came back with “I’m quite together actually...Well I was until I had that last hot knife and half a trip anyway,”
Each time one of us went upstairs for a leak there was a shriek as we kept forgetting that we’d put Lucy in the toilet. (Lucy was the dressmakers dummy who’d lived near the front door for years, wearing nothing but a fishnet bodystocking).
After smoking water pipes Steve Bramley said, “It was like a trip within a trip,” and Dowsett said, “It’s like waking up from a dream and still being in a dream.”
A few hours and another trip later we were still smoking water pipes. After smoking mine I felt straighter than ever. “Fuck it! I think I’ve smoked myself straight.” “Yeah I believe you can smoke yourself straight and drink yourself sober,” agreed Dowsett. Bramley sat there stroking his beard, thinking it over. “I don’t feel very sober” he replied eventually. “Did you just say you don’t feel very sober?” I asked, laughing. He looked very confused. “Did I just say that?”
We all cracked up laughing.

 
At 9:37 am, Blogger Nik said...

I will miss Steve will all my heart.
He was my best mate when i was living in Yeovil and i've probably only seen him twice in the last 14yrs.
When i first moved to Brighton all those yrs ago we were both sad at leaving each other but did the manly thing and had a hug and said bye.
I'll always remember Steve as one of the greatest drummers i ever had the privelige of being in a band with.Not bad cosidering we both sold our motorbikes to buy the shittiest equiptment we could afford and practised in his dads garage on a Saturday morning until he had blisters and my fingers bled. Ah,Punk rock.
I remember one summer he had a motorcycle accident and was in a coma for weeks. When he eventually woke up it was the middle of june but we were all there singing carols and telling him it was xmas. Ha! Ha!
He was as tight as a mackerals ass and would ask you for a fag before he said hello but he was our mate and i wouldn't change that for the world.I had some of the best times with Steve, usually involving copious amounts of homebrew and drugs and Steve running around like a loon.
I was recently trying to track him down. At least now i know where you are matey.
I never forgot you mate, just didn't know where to look.
Rest well my friend.

 
At 7:45 pm, Blogger kek-w said...

Ahhhhh, thanks to you both for some wicked memories of Steve...I've started hearing that wonderful cackling laugh of his...he was full-on punk-rock and a total fucking dude.

As soon as I get any info on the funeral then I'll post it on the blog, so that anyone who wants to pay their respects can go along. I shall certainly do my best to try and make it. It might be down in Southampton - not sure yet...

 
At 8:20 pm, Blogger HILLY said...

Steve had the astonishing ability to adopt an "angry"persona over the smallest incident.Many of the observations leveled at Dave the head applied to Steve,it was the need and ability to leave now behind.weve all wanted to do it,they made it happen,and i salute them for it...HORSE X

 

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