Former Gates of Slumber and Sourvein Star J. Clyde Paradis Dies

Former Gates of Slumber and Sourvein drummer Jerry Clyde Paradis died this past Saturday (August 13th) and his friends have set up a crowdfunding page to help raise funds for "his cremation, a headstone, and a [cemetery] plot."

At press time the campaign had raised $5000 of the adjusted $7000 goal (the original goal was reached in only 12 hours). Organizers state that any leftover money "will be used to help rescue homeless animals and also be given to the Southeast German Shepherd Rescue Fund; one of his favorite charities."

Gates of Slumber frontman Karl Simon posted the following humorous tribute to Paradis, "Well�. After a couple of days and more than a few jokes at your expense, Clyde� You shifty old bastard, it starts to sink in that I'm not going to see you again in this life. And that's sad. I can't and don't want to church it up folks. Clyde was a g-damn wild-man.

"His existence could be called a macro-aggression, the true product of 80's Hardcore. And it would pain him to know that it wasn't his "cool" that endeared him to me. It was his skill as a drummer that I'll miss: his flawless time and feel made me love his sketchy ass. Dude could play� . Sadly metal is a game where if you aren't wearing out every measure with excess bulls-t somehow you aren't playing. Clyde understood the power of minimalism - we bonded on that and it was that aesthetic that allowed The Gates of Slumber to write and record one of the things I'm most proud of in my life: The Wretch.

"You don't meet too many people like him anymore and that too is sad. His kind is dying out. F-k man, what does one say about a dude like that? He couldn't f-king drink at all. But the two and a half beers he did drink before passing out were fun. Believe me when I tell you that a-hole is in Hell now and he's currently stressing Old Nick the f-k out with his endless line of bulls-t and wheedling.

"Just do me one f-king favor ok? Keep the blubbering to a minimum, because that was not his s-t. The only time he ever showed anything I'd call sentiment is when he was thinking about his old German Shepard Guinness. So wipe the tears because he'd have just laughed in your face. Crank up some f-kin Van Halen. Drink a beer and a half and pass out. And try to cook up a get rich quick scheme in the man's honor! - Karl" Visit the crowdfunding page here.

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