During a break, I snuck into their building. The band was out having lunch, so I took a walk around, and when I passed lead singer Scott Weiland’s dressing room, I snapped the above pic.
It was a surreal moment, not just because I loved Scott, but because he’d been tortured by drug addiction for years, to the point in which an overdose seemed inevitable. But here he was, still around, making a comeback with the band.
Most celebrity deaths are no more than a passing interest. The odd one can touch us for some reason. Scott Weiland is one of those for me.