RIP Danny Gallegos, love of my life and tragic figure, also (maybe little known to his New York friends) frontman of one of the best death rock bands, Cemetery. Danny and I had already been dating for a while when he told me he was in a band back in Chicago and that they had a show coming up at a goth fest. I was nervous it was going to be something I didn’t like (what are the odds I would?), maybe one of those cooing synthy groups with like a water drop sound effect or whatever, but Cemetery rocked: like if Christian Death was led by a drunk hockey player, as Danny would say. The albums are great, but the live performances were incredible. Too bad you missed them, losers.
