M4rk Cr4ig (aka Bimble) RIP

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bimble

pretty sure it was the 4th def?

RIP

All of them seem oddly appropriate.

omg, one more reason to miss him. Figured it was a Joy Division lyrics or something

aw for fuck's sake, Bimble. want you and your spirit back. RIP.

a song for you. hope the afterlife is better to you than this one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5gFAiPJhvI

Bimble was so 100% full-on in chat that I regretted anytime I had to block him just so I could get some work done. Of course he'd figure that out and he'd email me something like "christ, Chris you don't understand... lou reed!"

I'll miss talking about old Simple Minds and oddball Mitch Easter productions with him and the ongoing comedy of errors any time I tried to send him a mp3.

I think my favorite chat with him was the one time he logged on, IM'ed me "Fucking Peter Gabriel" and then logged off.

This chat outburst is great too

bimble78: MANIACS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
bimble78: MANIACS
bimble78: MANIAC
bimble78: Fuck me up the butt! I have to see early Natalie on You Tube
bimble78: holy god
bimble78: she was so hotttt
bimble78: And they were so hotttt

I got a call from a Seattle investigator last night asking if I was related to M4rk Er1c Cr4ig. I said no and the investigator apologized and hung up.

I got a call too...I had no idea it was Bimble the guy was asking about.

RIP

mental ilness makes me so angry... it's this evil force that takes people who would probably otherwise be happy and destroys their lives and makes them think and do horrible things. i don't know the specifics of bimble's situation but he was obviously not well. i can't say i'm shocked by this news, but i'm mad about it.

the idea that his name will never be on my AIM buddy list again is really eerie.

My inbox used to be routinely filled with excitable missives from Mark, invariably composed after several drinks. I took a break from ILX in 2006 to go work for MTV News (yeah, that really worked out well), and he kept me apprised for a while.

Still cannot fathom it all. Again, his last message to me (July 25) spoke of getting excited about some Duran Duran re-issues. Clearly, he was looking toward a future.

If anyone in the U.S. is feeling freaked out or unable to deal w/this, this is a good hotline to talk to. They're always sharp and helpful and empathic but never condescending:

1-800-784-2433

also they won't send cops to your house like some suicide hotlines (!!!)

oh this is awful, awful

R.I.P.

This is terrible. RIP Bimble, still more goth than all of us here

I can't help but feel horribly guilty and shitty about all of this.

If you mean because you could see he wasn't well but didn't know what the hell you could do about it then I can understand.

As pointless as it is for me to say - don't feel like that. No-one knew this was going to happen.

R.I.P. Bimble. Best wishes to those who knew him.

I'm not a big ILM reader, but I always checked out his threads and revives. That series of THE STEVIE NICKS THREAD revives are some of my favourite posts on ILX.

Never knew Bimble and I can't recall seeing his posts here, but just from reading this thread it seems like he was an incredible dude and the world is lesser for his not being here anymore. RIP dude.

Suicide is such a shit...

RIP Bimble....

My thoughts are with those who knew him better than me...

Don't feel like I have anything else to add but this is very sad.

RIP.

a youtube post for the master of youtube posts:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5P0v0kGauc

It seems as if anything I write here will only add to my already gargantuan self-absorption (even with this sentence...is using "self-regard" chickenshit? is wondering if it's chicken shit just more self-absorption?). But what can I say? Bimble hurt me and I responded in kind. After the SB, I opened up communication with him again and it seemed as if things were going well. And by "going well" I mean that it seemed as if he was making an effort to relate on a less manic level. But deep, deep down, I suspected that Bimble might not have wanted that, that banal, even-keeled communication was a sort of end for him. Or maybe he couldn't find a midpoint. I don't know.

Maybe saying nothing at all would've been the best tribute to him.

Holy shit, this is awful.

Bimble was an ilxor to whom I felt a tiny connection because of some silly decided minority shared opinion (we both liked a Police song that everyone else hates) and his quirky posting style became comforting in its familiarity and frequency. So much enthusiasm - it'll be hard for me to read his old posts as threads get revived and not wonder how much of that was desperation.

My condolences to Mark's friends and family members, including the ones who already posted here. This is really sad.

RIP Bimble (more goth than anyone)

(yeesh, prolly should've changed that display name before posting)

Incrediby sad news. Poor fella. RIP.

it might be a compliment to surmounter that i always regarded him and bimble as a kind of enthusiasm tag team and on the days when both were simultaneously *on* it was fun to watch.

very sad, take care

one of us

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

i definitely was a dick to him once or twice, but backed off. it seemed like he mostly posted on ILX while drunk, and internetting while drinking is something I was definitely guilty of in the early/mid-90's when I still drank. I think what I probably reacted to in him was seeing some parts of myself that I didn't really care for; he was mostly enthusiastic, but it seemed a bit like a train wreck. I backed off when I realized that, because random stranger being a dick isn't really helping. I hope he found whatever peace he was searching.

maybe he loved music too much. he was so incredibly serious about it. in the last couple of years i have been fighting with my fading interest in music. somehow i adored his enthusiasm but on the other hand i found it rather immature, it reminded of the joni mitchell song from "hejira" where she shouts "grow up". maybe that is a good tribute to bimble. which must mean straying around, looking for something and not finding it. and going on.

A Strange Boy

A strange boy is weaving
A course of grace and havoc
On a yellow skateboard
Thru midday sidewalk traffic
Just when I think he's foolish and childish
And I want him to be manly
I catch my fool and my child
Needing love and understanding

What a strange, strange boy
He still lives with his family
Even the war and the navy
couldn't bring him to maturity

He keeps referring back to school days
And clinging to his child
Fidgeting and bullied
His crazy wisdom holding onto something wild
He asked me to be patient
Well I failed
"Grow up!" I cried
And as, the smoke was clearing he said
"Give me one good reason why!"

What a strange, strange boy
He sees the cars as sets of waves
Sequences of mass and space
He sees the damage in my face

We got high on travel
And we got drunk on alcohol
And on love the strongest poison and medicine of all
See how that feeling comes and goes
Like the pull of moon on tides
Now I am surf rising
Now parched ribs of sand at his side

What a strange, strange boy
I gave him clothes and jewelry
I gave him my warm body
I gave him power over me

A thousand glass eyes were staring
In a cellar full of antique dolls
I found an old piano
And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
While the boarders were snoring
Under crisp white sheets of curfew
We were newly lovers then
We were fire in the stiff-blue-haired-house-rules

RIP. I hope it was quick and painless and you're at peace now.

i forgot: whenever i hear from something who has killed himself i find that extremely courageous. it is the decision i respect most, the one which is most human. as nobody has asked us if we wanted to live on this planet before we where born.

Yeah, I won't get behind that.

o_0

I had been stupidly holding off posting here because I didn't feel I had anything remotely useful to say. Dumb. Who does? RIP. And good wishes to all of you who knew him better than I did.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiP8H_B3dOk

I wonder how he would have felt about his RIP thread next to that of John Hughes?

He'd have loved it.

one of us. RIP.

aw fuck bimble why

didn't know him but our shared love of swans n foetus n the fall n such ensured we crossed paths frequently on ILM

RIP you crazy enthusiastic goth maniac

Oh jeez, this is fucked up. Feel so sad for Bimble and all his friends on here. You got such a sense of how intensely this guy loved music, it's sort of scary thinking about how that intensity of feeling might have translated into other parts of his life. Sweet dreams Bimble.

Also I can't help thinking about what a shit year this has been for Seattle folks here :(

Sad News, R.I.P

damn, that fucking sucks. He sent me a strange love note on an older account that I forgot to respond to a few months ago... hopefully it didn't contribute to any composite effect. One of the few posters on here who I truly liked. :{{{

i didn't know the guy, but i hope he is r-ing in p, more p than he had yesterday or the day before.

wow. what a terrible tragedy.

condolences to his friends and family - I loved his posts and will definitely miss them/him ... I have some people close to me dealing with depression/mental illness and this has pushed me to check in with them a bit more and be there for 'em

I am totally shocked by this news, his post-punk music blog i read via bloglines and bimble was always a friendly positive contributor on ilm