I still can't quite believe it... Clive Burr is gone:
It's true that Clive hasn't been active in music for decades. It's true that his drumming, while phenomenally energetic and enjoyable on the first three IRON MAIDEN albums, couldn't hold a candle to Nicko McBrain's incredibly technical and punchy style that followed. None of this changes his immense contributions to the history of heavy metal. And none of it diminishes my great respect for him, or my sadness at his passing.
I was sixteen when I first listened to "The Number of the Beast". And that was it. I was hooked on metal, and IRON MAIDEN in particular. I'll never forget the day I bought that album, along with five other MAIDEN albums (and BRUCE DICKINSON's absolute masterpiece, "The Chemical Wedding"), and the massive euphoric high I got from listening to neck-snapping tracks like "Invaders" and "The Prisoner". And that, really, is what metal is all about- the memories, the feelings, the release from the miseries and frustrations of this world and the escape into another.
Clear skies, Clive. May the Lord grant you peace and happiness at long last, and may you find in the light of His grace and compassion the existence free of pain, immobility, and suffering that you were denied here on Earth.