Since he was a young child growing up on Long Island, NY, USA, Andrew has always loved writing, music, drumming and collecting music on CD, tape and vinyl. After losing his life-long vinyl collection in 2014, Andrew began his vinyl collection from scratch again when he met his future wife Angela in 2015. Andrew’s love of music only further blossomed as his collection spanned all genres possible. After amassing over 3,000 albums in under two years, he knew it was time to finally follow his dream of being a music journalist, and thus, Vinyl Writer was born.
Andrew’s not only the go-to friend for music trivia, but his intricate knowledge of the ins and outs of the music industry allows him to develop engaging questions that really tap into each artist and individual to deliver insightful and enjoyable interviews. He’s proud to share his love of music with the world through his writing, and the result is nothing short of beautiful: articles and interviews written by a music addict, for fellow music addicts.
Andrew lives on Long Island, NY, with his wife Angela and their four cats, Oliver, Patrick, Charlie and Kevin. Andrew’s collection of over 4,700 vinyl albums, plus several hundred tapes and CDs, tells the story of his passion for all that is music. Andrew works as a Horticultural Operations Manager by day and runs the Vinyl Writer website by night. Andrew is also the admin of several Facebook groups dedicated to music.
“There are lots of great guitar players in the world, but very VERY few true innovators. Players who seem to have arrived from a far distant planet , and who bring a completely new color to the rainbow. Eddie Van Halen was this and so much more. Even without the finger tapping, you had a player with extraordinary touch, tone, and a rhythmic pocket and bounce that floated like Ali in the ring. He was a master of complex solos that spoke to non musicians…THAT IS HARD TO DO. The reason was the exquisite melody in his heart, and the joy in his soul of playing FOR people – and it came through like a ray of sun we ALL felt.” – Keith Urban
2020 has been a difficult year. There has been a lot of death. At times, it feels as if the world is in a free fall, with no end in sight. I often wonder, if the end of those all does finally come, what would that even look like? Is there a net to catch us when we finally reach the bottom of this blackhole we call 2020? We’ve seen a great many musicians pass this year. Some from COVID-19, some from other illness or age. On October, 7th, 2020, we lost Eddie Van Halen.
Growing up, Van Halen were not my favorite band, but they were always one of my favorites. Easily top-3. I absolutely loved their music from the moment I heard them. My introduction was the Dave records, and the Sammy stuff came later. I loved both then, and I love both now. To say Van Halen, more specifically, Eddie Van Halen has had a large impact on my own personal musical journey would be an understatement. I first discovered Van Halen, or rather, I was shown Van Halen around the age of 8 or 9 years old. My Dad felt it was his fatherly duty to school me in the ways of “real music” as he was generally disgusted with the Pop music that was flooding the airwaves at the time. My Dad showed me Boston, KISS, Billy Joel, Rush and of course, Van Halen. My Dad made it a point that tell me that I needed to listen closely to Van Halen, as he felt their guitarist, Eddie Van Halen, was the greatest to ever pick up the instrument. In retrospect, I can’t say he was wrong. At this point, I actually, probably, would agree. As far as Rock music goes, I don’t truly believe anyone has ever bettered him. The man was and is truly transcendent.
I remember the first time I heard Van Halen. Track one, off of the self-titled first record. The song was ‘Eruption.’ Yes, you all know it well, I’m sure. The famous instrumental guitar solo, that blew the minds of many a-kid sitting in their bedroom in the late 1970s. I was one of those kids, except that it was the late 1990’s. I still remember the shit eating grin on my Fathers face as he played the CD for me. Although I may agree now, growing up my Dad and I would bicker, or “debate” over who truly was “the best.” I was firmly in the corner of one Ace Frehley, who was closely followed by Jimmy Page. My Dad, well he was steadfast in his believe that Eddie Van Halen was the best. This debate raged on for over 20 years. My Dad and I don’t speak anymore. I never did get to tell him I finally did agree with him.
As I mentioned before, I was always firmly in the corner of Ace Frehley, and Jimmy Page. Why though? Well, the answer is simple- I was obsessed with KISS as a kid, and I still love them to this day. Yes, it’s true, Ace is a wonderful guitar player, but honestly, comparing him to Eddie Van Halen is akin to comparing apples and oranges. And if I’m being honest, I never felt Jimmy Page was better than Eddie Van Halen. I was just saying it to contradict my overbearing Father. Isn’t that what all teenagers do? The Eddie Van Halen debate was basically a reflection of the relationship I had with my Dad. He had an opinion, and I was to take it as fact, less I’d be berated and degraded until I acquiesce. Either that, or hear about it for the rest of my life. Looking back though, my refusal to ever give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him on this topic, was the beginning of my long, and hard battle with him. One that ended with the death of our relationship.
When I heard the news of Eddie Van Halen’s death, I literally could feel my heart burst through my ribs, cracking the bones and ripping the flesh as it sunk into my stomach. Well, maybe not literally, but it felt that way. It upset me. Anyway, as the night wore on, it began to feel as if a family member had died. I was talking to various friends through text, and one commented “Maybe it’s just me, celebrity deaths don’t affect me. I don’t understand why they affect others, like, I never knew these people personally, they don’t give a shit about me, or even know I exist.” I read this, and my heart and mind filled with resentment, and rage, “Maybe it’s just me.” Yes. Actually- it is just you. Some of us are mourning over here. Later that night, I cried. Maybe it sounds ridiculous, and maybe it was, but so many memories, both good and bad were brought up when Eddie died. Memories of my friend Joe and I making mixed tapes, and burning CDs loaded with Van Halen songs. Memories of trying to play drums along to my Van Halen records in my basement. And yes, memories of arguing with my Father.
So, why do some of us become so upset when these people die. Yes, it’s true, Eddie Van Halen did not know me from a hole in a wall, but it was never about that, was it? The music he created, and gave to us has had an indelible effect on my life. My life and my history would not be the same without it. Maybe, to some, this is all meaningless, but for some of us, its everything. Maybe, you don’t have to personally know someone to have a certain kind of love for them, and cherish what they do. I myself don’t have much family in general. In many ways, I’ve been something of an orphan for most of my life. I’m not complaining, it’s just sort of the hand I’ve been dealt. And so, music has been my surrogate family for a large portion of my life, and when these people die, it’s not just some celebrity passing away, no, it’s like a member of my family has died. I know. I know. There are a great many of you that will read this, and feel that my sentiment is utterly ridiculous, and that’s fine. This isn’t for you anyway. For those of you that do get it, just know you’re not alone, and that there are those of us here that do understand.
Growing up, my Dad and I argued about everything. To him, unless I was a lawyer or teacher, I was a failure. I never accomplished either of those things. I tried, and I failed. That is what happens when you try and live your life for others. It was never meant to be. Ironically, he is the one that showed me so much of the early music I loved. The music that would change my life, and my path forever. From the first time I heard The Who, KISS, Aerosmith and Van Halen, my life was never the same. He shepherded me down this path, and then gave me hell for following it. That is what you call irony. And so, when Eddie died, it felt like a huge piece of the history with my Dad died too. At first, I wasn’t sure if that was something to be sad about, or happy about. I guess, at the end of day, it doesn’t really matter. I think it’s time to evict him from my mind. He’s not in my physical space anymore. My Father only lives in my head. Keyword- MY head. After much thought and deliberation, regardless of who my Dad is, and how he treated me, I can be thankful for the music he showed me, as without it, who knows who, or what I would be today, and for that, I am thankful.
All of that aside, the fact remains, we lost Eddie Van Halen. One of the most singular talents in the history of music. Throughout history, there have been, and there will be many more great guitar players, but there was only one Eddie Van Halen. You see, once every generation or so, we are gifted with a special talent. Someone so different, so otherworldly, so innovative that they completely upend things, and change them forever. Once that happens, there is no going back. It’s impossible. In Eddie Van Halen, for the last 40 plus years, we found that someone. There are those that like to proclaim and insist that Eddie was “overrated” or that he was “too flashy” or “had no soul,” but in reality that is all bullshit. You can have your favorites. You have your preference, but the cold hard fact is Eddie Van Halen was the best. He’s the best until someone comes along to change the game like he did. Simply put- no one can touch him. Eddie was perpetually imitated, and never remotely duplicated. Seriously, how many musicians in general, can you identify by hearing a split second of a note? Yeah. Eddie Van Halen was one of those guys. Maybe the only one of those guys.
So, Eddie Van Halen’s music has meant a lot to me. I think it meant a lot to a great many of you as well. This year, we’ve lost far too many special musicians. Seriously, it feels as if we lose at least one per month lately. We can only hope that we don’t lose anymore before 2020 is done with us. For the last five or so years, Van Halen has been inactive, and I am guilty of being one of the people who assumed their notorious infighting and generally moody behavior was to blame. I assumed that at some point, they would hit the road with either Sammy, or Dave and maybe even throw down for another album. Little did I know that Eddie had been battling throat cancer in secrecy for those five years. Say what you want about Eddie being an alcoholic, or impossible to work with. Eddie wasn’t perfect. He was as flawed as he was talented, just as many of us are. He was a human being, in the truest sense of the word. He lived out both his wildest dreams, and darkest embarrassments in the public spotlight, and that can’t ever be easy. So, when you think of Eddie, don’t focus on the negative. Give the guy a break. I personally am thankful for the music Eddie gave us. Yes, that includes both the Dave and Sammy era’s and even the Gary Cherone era! Seriously, the “who was the better singer” debate has to end! It’s trivial, and generally unimportant. Lets just decide to call it a draw. Dave brought the party, and Sammy brought the maturity. It’s all about balance, and oddly enough, Van Halen had that in spades.
So, I am thankful I chose to go see Van Halen by myself at MSG, in 2012, when no one else wanted to go with me. This time, when it comes to Eddie, I have no regrets. Today, spin your Van Halen records. Remember the legend. Appreciate the talent. And smile. Smile the same way Eddie always did when he had that “Frankenstat” guitar in his hands. Yes, I am sad that I’ll never hear one of the most gifted musicians in history make the guitar sing like only he could again, but at the same time, I’m truly happy and appreciative of what Eddie left us with. His legacy lies in the songs, and the solos and all the smiling faces left in his body of works wake. So, enjoy and appreciate them. Every time you hear “Everybody Wants Some!!” on your radio during your commute to work- smile. Each time you hear “Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love” on the juke box at your favorite bar or restaurant- smile. And next time you’re at a baseball or basketball game, and “Jump” plays over the loudspeakers- smile! That’s what Eddie would have wanted. No, I never knew you personally, but I’ll miss you Eddie. I truly hope that wherever you are, there is at least one guitar there, and that you are able to make all of your new friends happy, just like you made all of us here happy for all of these years. Rest In Power, legend.
“I’m not a rock star. Sure, I am, to a certain extent because of the situation, but when kids ask me how it feels to be a rock star, I say ‘leave me alone, I’m not a rock star.’ I’m not in it for the fame. I’m in it because I like to play. It makes me feel kind of weird, but obviously I’ve been given something, and it touches people, and for that, I’m just so blessed.”
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