Last Sunday, the Arizona music scene and more than a hundred lives strung together lost someone near and dear to them.
In all of those lives is me, and the person I lost was a friend I’ll always wish I had spent more time with. I haven’t really sat down to process it at all. Friends have found out, facebook posts have been made. Fundraisers set. All of the stuff that needs to and should happen after someone passes away.

Andy Warpigs, age 32, left behind hundreds of friends, acquaintances and a music scene that’ll be changed forever. Andy was a lot of things to a lot of people, but not in the way we use that statement to imply someone didn’t measure up. Andy measured up as a friend, as an artist, as a person.

Sometimes I tell my friends I can’t figure out how I feel about anything until I write about it. Here’s me writing about it: A dozen years ago I met Andy at a comic convention. If not for the show flier they handed me then and there, if not for a kind of teenage resolve it took to drag myself out into public alone and afraid, there wouldn’t be a Deep-Hell . Com.
In the years that I knew Andy, sometimes as that person at a show, sometimes as a friend, often as an artist who was always willing to talk art; they were always sure to welcome and listen. I’m going to miss that, and maybe we can all remember to measure up to be that kind of person.

Andy was a comfortable shoulder to cry on, a resolute artist who turned their influences on their head and got to the heart of how to make them new and unique. One of the last times I had a chance to see Andy play, it was confidently and out of tune.

please consider donating to andy’s funeral expenses https://www.gofundme.com/f/funeral-expenses-for-andy-warpigs

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