Dave Riley, bassist for the influential 1980s Chicago noise-punk band Big Black, has died. He was 59. According to his partner Rachel Brown, he had throat cancer. What a fucking great player, he was. And what a fucking great band. From Rolling Stone:
"Dave was a fantastic musician and a critical part of the Chicago music scene," (Big Black guitarist Steve) Albini tells Rolling Stone. "He bridged the gap between raw enthusiasm and outstanding musicianship better than anybody else in our peer group and I always admired him for it…"
"When I think about Dave, I think of him onstage, sweating, rolling on his heels, his bass making a rhythmic shrapnel cloud, the densest object in a very heavy construction," Albini wrote in his statement. "Then I think of him after the show, still sweaty but relaxed, easy with his humor and in possession of an impeccably sharp wit, comfortable with himself, comfortable being the hinge-pin of the evening. I miss playing with Dave, and I miss hanging out with him. He was a handful, but like most people we describe that way, he was worth it. Rest easy."
Below, Big Black (Riley on right):