News rolled in today that Scott Hutchison committed suicide earlier this week. He often sang about depression and many of Frightened Rabbit’s songs are openly full of his pain. But they can also be tremendously uplifting and joyous. This anthemic melancholy touched and sustained me at moments when I have been struggling myself. I am incredibly sad that he was suffering so much that he decided he couldn’t carry on.
On Tuesday, shortly before he was last seen, he wrote:
Be so good to everyone you love. It’s not a given. I’m so annoyed that it’s not. I didn’t live by that standard and it kills me. Please, hug your loved ones.
And then, twenty minutes later:
I’m away now. Thanks.
The spectre of suicide has been far too close for comfort in our family recently. I have given Alex and Fiona big awkward, tearful hugs, because they’re the only ones I happen to have close by right now.
When it’s all gone
Something carries on
And it’s not morbid at all
Just when nature’s had enough of you
When my blood stops
Someone else’s will have not
When my head rolls off
Someone else’s will turn
And while I’m alive
I’ll make tiny changes to earth