Today the news broke that Scott Hutchison, lead singer of Frightened Rabbit, passed away.
His lyrics have been an incredible comfort to me, and to many others. His complete honesty in his struggles, his incredible gift with words, has been such a blessing to those of us who struggled with some of the same things he has.
In his lyrics he spoke about hurt, pain, depression, hopelessness, suffering, and about being that cripple with a fully functioning body. But he also wrote about hope. About light. He never shied away from both sides of things.
This picture is from when I had the absolute pleasure of seeing Frightened Rabbit play live, at the Alhambra in Dunfermline. I had two tickets, but I couldn’t find a gig partner. I gave my ticket to a young girl who wanted to go with her friends. I sat up the back, alone, but on that night I didn’t feel lonely. All of us, every single one of us, was connected, through Scott’s words.
I remember walking to the bus station late at night, after the show. I took my shoes off because they were hurting my feet, and I walked barefoot on the cobblestones. I carried the feeling of connectedness with me. The feeling of not being quite so alone in this horribly isolating illness. Depression may make us feel like we’re utterly alone, but it’s lying to us. Scott is proof of that. His battle may be over, but so many of us continue to fight tooth and nail for the same goal. Never stop. There are so many of us doing the same. There are people who understand, I promise.
He had a great sense of humour that came through in his lyrics too. The kind of humour that made him seem like a friend. He was never some untouchable rockstar delivering words from on high, he was just a guy with a gift, sharing what he could.
Today I want to remember him by some of his hopeful words.
When my blood stops
Someone else’s will not
When my head rolls off
Someone else’s will turn
And while I’m alive, I’ll make tiny changes to earth
Today, remember that he did. He made tiny changes, just like he said he would. Those tiny changes became so much bigger, and his work, his honesty, his genuine heart, has reached out all across the world and given us comfort. We are not alone. You are not alone. And Scott’s family, in their grief, are definitely not alone.
Thank you, Scott, and thank you Frightened Rabbit, for everything.