When I heard the news of the Ghost Ship Fire in Oakland, I immediately started panicking. I’ve lived in San Francisco up until recently, from 2010 to 2016. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
There was a concert being held at an artist collective warehouse called ‘Ghost Ship,’ by the Silverlake based record-label 100% silk. It should have been just another warehouse party.
I used to go to so many shows in the bay and still have friends that do. I held my breath while I searched through the list of missing people.
Luckily, I didn’t see anyone who’s name I recognized. However, others weren’t so lucky. 😞 Over the week, I followed the event page and scrolled through hundreds of posts. One thing kept occurring to me: people in the underground music community care and support each other, even when they don’t know each other.
I’ve seen countless events on my newsfeed about benefits being held for the Ghost Ship Fire survivors and families of the victims. Benefits were being held by Green Day, Shannon and the Clams, Moby, Hieroglyphics, and countless other artists in Oakland, SF, NYC, LA and even from our neighbors across the sea, Berlin. Look at some of the events below:
It was amazing to see the underground music community come together to support those affected by the Ghost Ship Fire. I’ve read some amazing art pieces that have come out of this tragedy. See them below:
An ex of one of the victims, Johnny Igaz, wrote an article called Johnny, Johnny I love you:
“I never imagined it would happen so soon.
Johnny and I met in 2008 at a psych rock festival at Thee Parkside in SF. His name is actually still “Johnny Parkside” in my phone. And I was “Patricia Cutie” in his phone for years until I changed my name to Hunter. I was at that show alone, new to the Bay, no real friends yet, and really hoping to meet folks that night. After the show, I was standing outside waiting for the bus, kinda sad I hadn’t met anyone, but stoked on the music I had seen that night, especially this one band Earthless. As I waited for the bus, a guy in an oversized flannel with a mohawk came up and said “Wasn’t that show amazing?!” I smiled and said yes. He quickly opened his arms and asked for a hug. We embraced for a long while and smiled, talking about how sad it is that strangers don’t hug more often. . .”
Read the rest here.
While scrolling on Instagram, I stumbled on this pic posted by EdmSF, the below post brought me to tears.
It turns out that she was a friend of a friend.
Two former Ghost Ship residents and survivors bring to light to the housing crisis the bay area is currently in. This is a MUST watch interview.
The L.A. times did an especially good job at profiling the victims, see the profiles of the 36 victims here.
Final thought: If every community took care of each other in times of tragedy like this, the world would be a better place.
Rest Well Friends.