MY TRIBUTE TO CLIFF BURTON

Back in late 1982, it was decided that bassist Ron McGovney was'nt pulling his weight in Metallica. One of Metallica's peer-band's up north making the round's about this time was Trauma. In addition to being a favorite Bay-area club circuit draw. The band was gaining recognition through their one-song demo, featuring "Such a Shame," that eventually was transferred to vynal on Metal Massacre II. More note-worthy, however, Trauma possessed within it's ranks "the most head-banging bassist" Lars and James had ever seen-Cliff Burton. They initially spotted him during a live Trauma show at L.A.'s Troubador.

"We heard this wild solo going on and thought, 'I don't see any guitar player up their.' It turned out it was a bass player, Cliff, with a wah wah pedal and his mop of hair. He did'nt care weither people were their. He was Looking down at his bass playing." -James Hetfield-

Burton, who grew up with Faith No More guitarist Jim Martinnear in San Fransisco, was a cross between Clint Eastwood and E.F. Hutton: Did'nt say much, but when he did, people listend. Espically Hetfield and Ulrich, who were puppies with peach fuzz and acne when they relocated Matallica to the Bay Area in 1983 to be closer to to Cliff. Cliff Buton had flavor: He wore bell bottom jeans, read H.P. Lovecraft, studied piano, and even went to a junior college. he drove a 1972 VW Stationwagon. He was the son of Jan and Ray Burton, two San Fransisco hippies and he still had those hippie ideals; he liked his beer, he liked his pot or whatever, liked to chill out, and he was really laid-back, relaxed and happy.

He lived with his family in San Fransisco, and for three and a half years he worked hard to take Metallica to the top. After replacing Rob McGovney in late 1982, Cliff instantly made a name for himself with his classic "wind-mill" style of thrashing on stage, with his hair flying out in all directions, and with his outdated, completly "unfashionable" image. With his hair hanging stright down from his head, he seemed eternally clad in a pair of bell-bottom jeans and a faded denim jacket. If it was cold he wore a flannel shirt underneah.

Offstage, he was the ultimate laid-back Californian, a total opposite from his wild, aggressive onstage attack. His sense of humor was great, as were his bass solos and everything about his stage presence. He was the most visual of all the band onstage, he wouold just go wild. The best example of how cool and unflappable Cliff was happend in the summer of 1985 at their Castle Donnington Festival appearance (August 17, 1985). Having ducked beneath a flying pear which ended up embedding itself in his bass bin. Burton cooly saunterd over to his stack, picked up the pear, took two bites out of it and hurled it back into the crowd.

For awhile their it really looked as if 1986 was going to be Metallica's year. After all, their third LP,_Master Of Puppets_, has literally taken the music world by storm and, in doing so, he made the band virtual mega-stars in the eyes of the metal-doting public. Metallica had finally "made it", and it seemed nothing could halt their inexorable rise to an even greater glory. Then, during the European leg of the group's phenomenally sucessful Master Of Puppets world tour, something went wrong - catastrophically wrong.

Fresh from their triumphant U.K. tour, Metallica had headed once more for Scandinavia where they'd played three shows at the Olympen in Lund (September 25, 1985) in Olso and at the Sonahallen in Stockholm (September 26, 1986).

It was approaching dawm on Saturday, the 27th of September 1986, and Metallica's two tour buses were making their way along a godforsaken road that lies somewhere between Scandinavia and the cities of Stockholm and Copenhagen. Apart from these vehicles, the route was deserted, their was nobody else traveling at this unearthly hour in the morning. Suddenly, for no apparant reason, just before 6:15 a.m., one of the coaches swerved voiently to it's right and started careening wildly down the wrong side of the road. It was out of control, and a crash was inevitable.

The bus's breif but but horrific excursion came to a halt some 60 feet further up the tarmac. by this time, though, the vehicle was on it's side and lying in a ditch by the side of the road near a small Swedish town of Ljungby.

During the unavoidable confusion that followed, the vast majority of the overturned bus's passengers managed to scramble free of the wreckage. Those that emerged included three of the four members of the band. In truth, the survivors had been extremly lucky, as they'd all somehow managed to escape with little more than minor injuries and shock.

Swedish police arriving on the scene of the crash immediately arrested the driver as a matter of routine, but later released him without charging him after further investigation revealed that the cause of the crash was black ice on a nasty bend in the road.

Unfortunately, however, their had been one fatality in the accident...what is more, the deceased individual turned out to be one of the group. So, tragically, in the short space of those few dreadful seconds on that lonely Sweedish road, Metallica's dream-like existance was suddenly transformed into a hellish nightmare..their 24 year-old bass player, Cliff Burton, was dead.

"I saw the bus lying right on him. I saw his legs sticking out. I freaked, the bus driver, I recall, was trying to yank the blanket out from under him to use for other people. I just went 'Don't fucking do that!' I already wanted to kill the guy. I don't know if he was drunk or if he hit some ice. All I know was, he was driving and Cliff was'nt alive anymore." -James Hetfield 1993-

The dazed group delt with their anxiety in a most familiar way with: drinking. James broke two hotel windows and screamed, venting his rage. Kirk and his guitar tech, John Marshall, were so shaken that they left the light on in their room all night. On September 29th, James, Lars, and Kirk returned to the United States.

"I was'nt too angry in the beginning, I was obviously grieving, but the anger started setting in when I realized that is's not new that people in rock-and-roll die, but usually it's self-inflicted in terms of excess drinking or drug abuse. He had nothing to do with it. It's so useless. Completely useless." -Lars Ulrich 1987-

The gap left by Cliff's death yawned across the pages of tributes run by the music press the week afer the tragedy. In Kerrang, for example, advertisements were taken from friends and fans alike; a bleak, black double page spread ran messages from the Zazuas ("The Ultimate Musician, The Ultimate headbanger, The Ultimate Loss, A Friend Forever"), and Anthrax ("Bell-Bottoms Rule!! Laugh it up, We Miss You"), while Music For Nations also took out a page ad which simply read: "Cliff Burton 1962-1986." The pain ran deep.

His freiends and family remembered him as a "world class local boy"with a love for John Sebastian Bach, Mexican food and his hometown. His parents said he was "an appreciative and thoughtful son."Because of his performing, he'd sleep all day and stay up all night and never wake us up. Once, a little boy came up to the door, early in the morning and wanted Cliff to sign his shirt. So Cliff staggerd to the door - and said "Sure, of course I'll sign it"

"I once called him up and said "How do you like being a rock star?", and he was furious. He asked me never to refer to him that way again" -Connie Burton-

At the conclusion of his memorial service (October 7, 1986), "Orion", from the band's Master of Puppets album, was played. The elaborate instrumental made a fitting tribute for a young bassist, since, as James Hetfield recalled, Burton was Metallica's most educated musician and "Orion" was largely his composition.

Cliff was also responsible for expanding Metallica's lyrical themes. Along with Kirk, he admired the work of H.P. Lovecraft.

I realize it has been years since the death of Cliff Burton and I know their is an old aphorism that is frequetly utterd following such tragic bereavements, and it is this; time heals. Simple,but in most cases true. It goes without saying that time should never be allowed to diminish or erase the happy memories we share of someone who is no longer with us. Unfortunately, though, we are often guilty of letting this happen. For this reason, I am sure you won't mind in joining me for a breif moment of rememberance for one of rock world's most tragic losses ever.

I"m going to kick off by stating a simple but startlingly chilling truth...Cliff Burton died young ...much too young. There is nothing that we can do or say that will ever alter this totally wreched fact. I guess I could resort to the old saying: "Only the good die young," but I won't, because it is such a stupid, empty, and totally faceless adage. It say's, and means, absolutely nothing, and certainly does'nt make it any easier to accept the dredful fact that a life has been cut unneccessarily short. Cliff was in his prime, a fine bassist in one of the world's most popular heavy metal bands. Cliff possessed a truly great talent, and their was no doubt in my mind that he was the foremost bassist in his particular genere of music. Musically, his presence was felt in the aggressive playing, either doubling the guitar lines or adding syncopated counterlines. maintaining a heavy, relentless bottom-end pulse as a componet of the rhythm as well as a strong intuitive sense of embellishment in melodic fills, Cliff represented the ultimate thrash bassist. He was the perfect foil for the energetic and propulsive drum bombast of Lars and the pulverizing crunch-chording of James and Kirk.

"The only person who was able to figure out a time and write it out on a piece of paper was Cliff. He had an immense knowledge of timing, musical harmonies and music theroies in general."Kirk -Hammett- 1987-

"Cliff's taken classes in school on music theory, thing's like mixing harmonies together. I think he too a junior college course."-James Hetfield- 1986

Cliff was a fine and innovative soloist, and his cleverr use of distortion and wah-wah in his "(Anesthesia) - Pulling Teeth " showpiece made it one of the hightlights of the band's live set. More importantly, Cliff was one hell of a nice guy and a much-loved figure in the Metallica camp. He alway's went out of his way to talk to the band's fans- no matter how tired he was. He was certainly the most unanimously appriciated by the band members as well as by the public.

Although Cliff is no longer with us, his memory and his music will live on forever. As a personal tribute I always listen to his music on the day of his death and think about what happend and I wonder why it had to happen.

You don't burn out from going too fast. You burn out from going too slow and being bored."-The late Cliff Burton R.I.P.-