On the morning of August 27th, 1990, I
was at work starting another day of tedium, when, at about 10:30
AM, I received a phone call from my brother. He asked me if I
had heard the news. I asked, "what news?" After a short pause,
he responded "Stevie Ray Vaughan died." I was incredulous, but I
knew he would not kid about something like that. Not knowing how
I felt about Stevie Ray Vaughan.
Within the next half hour I
received a number of phone calls from friends and relatives
confirming the devastating news. Stevie Ray Vaughan had died in
a helicopter crash in Wisconsin. It just couldn't be. I had just
seen him at an outdoor concert one month before in my hometown
of Minneapolis, Minnesota. He was reborn. He had kicked the
booze and the drugs and he was in top form again, the way he had
been in l985 when I saw him for the first time. He appeared
rejuvenated and optimistic. The music that lay ahead was almost
beyond comprehension. Or so I thought.
Each year since, on that
fateful day, I gather with friends, to honor SRV. We watch
videos, listen to his music, and continually marvel at the sight
of Stevie pouring out his soul through his guitar. I am lucky
enough to have memories from five concerts that I witnessed
first-hand. At the approximate time of the crash (12:50AM) we
toast the man who left us so much, but left us too soon.
fifteen year anniversary my Death 2ur friends (now devout Stevie
fans) and myself, decided to do something extra special. We
decided to visit the site of Stevie Ray Vaughan's departure from
this world. We reserved a room at the Alpine Valley Resort and
spent a day walking the grounds and talking with employees (one
of which was actually on the grounds the night of the crash.)
The Death 2ur visited the actual spot where the wreckage was
discovered and we tried to imagine the incredible loss that took
place that night.
This entire page is dedicated to the LIFE of Stevie Ray Vaughan. The pictures and video are for the legions
of SRV fans that have that need to know everything about him.
And though I have been to SRV's grave twice in Dallas, Texas,
and know that his body is buried there, I can't help but feel
that his spirit was with us that night in Southeastern
THE FINAL CONCERT
(includes photos of SRV
SRV GRAVESITE 2008