Shaun Fox

On October 17th, 2016, I received terrible news. Jeremy Spears texted to let me know that our old friend, Shaun Fox, had died.

After the shock subsided, I texted Jeremy back and we talked more than we had in years. It was good to catch up, despite the circumstances. I contacted Adam Triplett and let him know; he and I had a long-overdue catch up of our own.

Where does one begin when eulogizing an old friend? Thankfully, I haven’t had much opportunity to do that. Shaun and I spent a lot of time together for a short while. At one point in my life, he was one of my best friends. I remember late nights spent writing music, weekend practice sessions, going to shows at places like Common Grounds, The Pit, and the LKM Auditorium. Memories of stapling flyers for our upcoming shows to utility poles in Nitro, even plastering a high school with them after the janitor let us in after hours.

I remember making copies of cassette tapes of our music, manually, one-by-one until we had hundreds sitting in a pile (and we sold them all). I have vivid memories of attending and playing shows in Huntington, Nitro, even Winston-Salem, N.C. And all those late night runs to Hardee’s because it was the only place open at 2 AM. I remember going to parties with our friends; I drove because Shaun didn’t have a license yet.

Fun times that seemed as if they’d never end.

But I also remember that we fell out of touch. Flood disbanded and our friendship suffered for a while. We reconnected and left as friends, but with little contact. Before Traci and I moved to St. Louis, we had a party at our apartment, around 2000; Shaun came and we got a chance to catch up again. When I visited West Virginia in 2003, Shaun and I missed each other. I regret not being able to catch up that trip, but who would have thought then that it would be one of the last times we spoke?

As I write this, my Nitro days are more than twenty years behind me, but they’re no less indelible or important. If anything, the memories I made then are more valuable than ever, considering I have fewer years in front of me than I have behind me now. The teenage version of Shaun Fox from my memories hasn’t existed for twenty years now, but I mourn the loss of him. I mourn the loss of the adult version that he later became; the person I never really got to know. Either way, it’s tough to say goodbye.

Goodbye, old friend. You went too soon. I’m glad to have had the opportunity to meet you and, together to have made some of the best music and memories of my life.

Brian Jarrett / November 5th, 2016

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3 thoughts on “Shaun Fox

  1. Brian Spangler 11/05/2016 / 6:01 pm

    Brian, thanks for sharing your memories about Shaun. I was sad to hear the news from Adam. Flood was family and Shaun was a brother. I don’t have too many specific memories of Shaun, but I do remember him being a nice guy. We all shared a very special time in our lives. Those times were precious. God bless Shaun, his family, friends, and loved ones.

  2. Brian Burdette 11/06/2016 / 1:13 am

    R.I.P Shaun. My friend, musical partner for many years. A true musical juggernaut.

  3. Brian Pauley 11/07/2016 / 8:35 am

    Very sad to have heard this news. Shaun was a great guy. Not to mention, he had the coolest bass around. 🙂

    I will share a story about Shaun that makes me laugh every time I re-tell the story.

    He had just gotten his driver’s license and we rode over to McDonald’s in Elkview to grab something to eat and then head back to my house. Somewhere along the way, this vehicle had pulled in front of us and was driving ridiculously slow. It didn’t take Shaun long to develop road rage (being around all of us assholes probably didn’t help) and was honking the horn at this poor little lady and cussing and screaming at her. She turned towards the left to get on the interstate and head to Clendenin as we went straight to head towards Elkview. As we passed, Shaun was prepared to make eye contact to let this woman know how annoyed he was with her. As we pass….they make eye contact and this sweet little lady waves at Shaun with a big smile on her face. Shaun waves back and says, “Holy shit….that’s my mom.” I never laughed so hard in my life.

    He made me swear I would never share that story, but I told anyone who would ever listen.

    Shaun was a great guy who influenced my musical tastes and opened my mind to a heavier brand of music that I would learn to appreciate and love to this day.

    You will be missed by all. I know we are all thankful to have met you and have your music to remember you by.

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