Stone Temple Pilots will always be one of my favorite bands. They weren’t original. They weren’t alone. Grunge rock dominated the airwaves in the early 1990's and you couldn’t seem to escape it. From Nirvana to Pearl Jam to Alice in Chains, the sound was a welcomed wrecking ball to the ear drums. Although Stone Temple Pilots was classified as grunge rock they were always something more to their fans.

Scott Weiland was a front man for the ages. The first time I saw him he was wearing leather pants. Just leather pants. At the end of the show the crowd was begging for an encore and he provided it, rocking a huge American flag as a cape and dancing wildly around the stage. He seemed to feed off the crowds energy and they in turn fed off of his.

Stone Temple Pilots never reached the critical acclaim that Nirvana or Pearl Jam found. They never personified grunge rock and they didn’t have too. Weiland had demons and they were always on display. Unlike Kurt Cobain, his seemed more inviting. He didn’t seem troubled, he seemed lost but on the cusp of being found.

Nirvana is why I bought a guitar. Wanting to sound like Stone Temple Pilots is why I kept playing it. I am truly saddened to know Weiland will never write new music. It sucks when you get to the age that you realize your heroes will never be bigger than their demons if they don’t learn how to face them head on. The problem with chasing the dragon is that eventually you will find him and he isn’t what you hoped for.