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Two pictures of Skylar, and one of Jeremy, Kira, and Skylar, June, 2003:
Here is an absolutely gorgeous picture of Skylar:
Here are two adorable pictures of Skylar, June 2003:
From Ethan Schwartz:
These are from the first Camp Bisco in 1999 actually at Tune Town... We had quite a bit of fun... A funny story about Jeremy that made me smile during the eulogy the rabbi gave about how Jeremy was an Eagle Scout. Apparently he had borrowed some tents from his scout troop for the trip, these big monster tents that sleep like 15 people... Well we get to the venue and unload all our gear, and Jeremy sits there for like 45 minutes trying to figure out how to get this tent set up and is just absolutely dumbfounded... Me and Kelli(my wife in the pics) finally push him aside and get it set up in like 5 minutes... We ended up putting his tent up too... That was a good time. I saw quite a few shows with Jeremy and will never again go to a show without thinking of him in some way.
Here is a picture of Jeremy and his daughter Skylar, the day she was born:
It's amazing and wonderful that so many people have already added their memories of Jeremy to this thread. I can't believe I'm sitting here barely 24 hours after we first heard the terrible news, trying to compose my thoughts and I already feel like I'm behind the curve due to this tremendous outpouring of love and sorrow...
I first met Jeremy on April 22, 2000, at the Triscuits show in Keene, New Hampshire. The night before had been one of the most powerful experiences of my life, playing with the trio at the Middle East in Boston. I knew Jeremy's name from Discuss and when I got to the show in Keene people started telling me that he was there and he would like to meet me.
Now, that was a seriously weird period of my life, and one I've never really discussed publicly before. Starting on that day for the next month or so I got a tiny taste of what it's like to live your life in the public eye the way the guys in the band do, and it wasn't exactly fun...a lot of people who previously didn't give a rat's ass who I was were suddenly trying to be my friend because a little bit of the band's well-earned fame had temporarily rubbed off on me...and then many of them just as quickly forgot who I was when my fifteen minutes were over. But that strange month was also the beginning of a few great friendships that lasted long after my little time in the spotlight was done, and my relationship with Jeremy is foremost among them.
So that day in Keene, this straight-looking guy comes bounding up to me with his hand outstretched and a grin across his face, introduces himself, and congratulates me. He had a million questions to ask, and clearly wasn't gonna rest until he knew exactly, in excruciating detail, what it was like to be on stage with my (and his) favorite band.
At first I wasn't sure what to make of him. I had only just met him and he was acting like we were old friends. I was in a politically very sensitive situation and I guess my own cynicism had me constantly sizing up the people around me, trying to figure out what their angle might be. But I spent a lot of the show with him and as we continued to discuss music and ourselves I realized that he didn't have any angle at all...he was just genuinely excited for me, someone he'd never met before, to the point where it almost felt like he'd been the one onstage instead of me.
He was (god, I can't believe I'm using the past tense :( ...) the kind of guy who was always eager to meet and get to know anybody. It wasn't just me; EVERYBODY was Jeremy's old friend the moment they met him. Over the years I would see it happen again and again. He just loved knowing people and talking to them...with Jeremy you never had to make awkward small talk about the weather or your job. Somehow, whether it had been six hours or six months since I'd seen him last, there was always a real conversation waiting to happen...he had a way of cutting efficiently through the bullshit of normal social interaction and getting immediately to what was real: who people really were, what was really going on in their heads and in their lives, whatever was really important. In retrospect I'm extremely grateful for that because I can say at least that in the time I knew him that words were never minced and punches were never pulled...that we always made the most of our time together, and built a real relationship that went way beyond "that guy I hang out with at shows." From what I've read about him here and elsewhere, it sounds like many, many others can say the same, which I think is a powerful testimony of the kind of guy Jeremy was and the love he had for everyone around him.
A week later I hung out with Jeremy again at the show in Philly, and we stayed at the same hotel afterwards, which is where I learned about the crazy bastard's GODDAMN SOCKS, which I can't believe no one else has mentioned here.
Jeremy wore a new pair of socks every single day. Seriously. I saw him sitting there on the bed in that Econolodge with an 18-pack of white athletic socks, and I made some crack about overpacking for his weekend trip to Philly. He replied, in his ever-cheery, matter-of-fact way, "I wear a new pair of socks every day." The thing about Jeremy was that he always had such a big smile on his face that it was really hard to tell whether he was being serious with you or pulling your leg. So I just sort of stood there. Obviously he'd been through this experience a lot of times before, and dealt with people's weird looks, so he had his well-practiced explanation ready.
"Look," he said. "Doesn't it feel great when you put on a brand-new pair of socks for the first time?" ...to which I of course agreed. "So, this is my vice. I'm lucky enough to make a little bit of money at my job, and this is how I choose to indulge myself. It's cheaper than smoking, and it doesn't hurt me or anyone else." I couldn't deny that he was making sense. And of course he anticipated the next logical question: OK, but isn't it a little wasteful? (which, when you think about how wasteful almost all of us are in our lives, is kind of silly, but I think everyone always asked just because they were so shocked by the whole thing that they couldn't think of what else to say) And of course he was eager to reply that in fact it was not: he KEPT every single pair of socks after he was done with them, because he felt bad throwing them away. Someday, he would get around to giving them all to Goodwill, so that thousands of people out there could enjoy once-worn white socks at a fraction of the retail cost.
The temptation to reach for metaphors at times like these can often be too great. But I think that really does say a lot about the kind of person Jeremy was: for better or (sometimes, anyway :) for worse, he was always thinking. There was an inspiring intentionality to the way he lived his life...every aspect, thought and action had been carefully thought through, and he always had an argument ready to defend them. I didn't always agree with all of his choices or his views, but at least you could rely on Jeremy to really mean what he said and did, which is a rare characteristic in this day and age, and one I found almost boundlessly admirable.
Jeremy and I were both on our high school's debate teams, and I'm humbled to say that he was able to go much farther with it than I ever did: he participated in national competitions, which was clearly a source of great pride to him even a decade later. When he first told me that it made so much sense that I was shocked I hadn't guessed it in the first place. He had a debater's mind: he was always prepared to justify every little thing he did, whether anyone else cared to challenge them or not. And, like me, he loved to argue just for the sake of arguing...he would never give an inch until he absolutely had to, and took great joy in winning debates on endurance alone. He found an endearingly childlike satisfaction in the moment when whoever had dared oppose him would, with an exasperated sigh, cave and say the two magic words: "you're right." (whether they really meant them or not :)
For that reason Jeremy and I always loved to talk politics, and during this last war he kept my inbox full of more stories than I could ever hope to read about it, from every possible point on the political spectrum. Frequently he'd even call me because he'd just read some story that was so mindblowing that I had to go read it RIGHT THAT SECOND: email just wasn't gonna be fast enough. Once again, I was awed by the lengths to which he would go to form a conclusion...he wasn't going to settle his mind one way or the other until he had considered every relevant fact available to him. When I got into public skirmishes about the war, Jeremy's presence kept me honest, because I knew if I made the slightest factual error or if any part of my argument was not totally sound he'd be there to tear it apart. It was frustrating that he wasn't always on my side, but he earned my admiration all over again by channeling his thorough, meticulous nature into everything he could, even things he had no control over. I still don't understand how he could possibly be reading as much as he was while also holding down a job and raising a child...
And that brings me finally to the saddest, cruelest, most unfair part of this inexplicable loss. Jeremy was the first one of my friends to have a kid, and the joy his baby daughter brought him was so infectious as to be overwhelming...as effusive and gregarious as he always was, it got turned up 500% as soon as Skylar was born. Looking back, the last contact I had with Jeremy was an email about how much Skylar, even at 6 months, already seemed to be loving and consuming music as eagerly as her father ever did. It's a tragedy in the fullest sense of the word that she will never know the man I did, but it still brings me peace to know that the final months of Jeremy's life were, in his words, by far the happiest. I only hope that someday down the road I'll be able to meet Skylar and see her father's mischevious twinkle in her eye. Goodbye, my friend. You will be missed.
You go to a lot of shows, you start to meet a lot of people. Jeremy was definitely a character. I only hung out with him maybe a dozen times, and we were never good friends or anything, but he always stuck out in my mind as a energetic guy who always was psyched about something or had something he wanted to talk about.
The last few times we talked we had just started to connect, mainly about some things we had been going through, the shock and suprise of parenthood and the joys he was just starting to experience as a father. There's a bunch of people here who are mainly going to remember him as a fun guy at shows, someone to party with, and he certainly was that. But although Jeremy and I never got close, I'll remember him as a guy who was commited to turning himself into the best father he could, and to work on creating a bright future for his daughter...
So I'll mourn the loss of the bright future that was certainly ahead for Jeremy, but I'll be glad for the young daughter who will carry that future forward.
Rest in Peace Jeremy
This was posted to Phantasy Tour by Colleen:
some other thoughts about jeremy that have come to mind recently...as I have thought of him most of the day...
1. When he got "cold-itis" cause his florida blood couldn't handle the weather. I remember shivering with him outside of the electric factory last new years...(01-02) and I remember him freaking out about how cold it was in san fran on 5/11/01. he was getting bumps all over from the weather.
2. He used to randomly sublet from bino and live in ny quite a bit. He'd seen a great deal of old RANA. :)
3. He practically forced me to let him buy me dinner at the location of my choice on 5/11/01. Granted that is my birthday, but anyone who has ever noticed my eating habits, especially back then, knows what torture that would be to someone who eats food with flavor.
4. He always knew when to randomly call and make me smile. He had a radar of when I was really losing it and would call me and (big brother-ly as goldberg already said) tell me how proud of me he was because I was young and could have fun and keep my sh*t together simultaneously. He always let other people know they were special and why.
5. The hat and the champagne last new years (01-02).
6. The fact that he enbraced all the changes in his life with a smile. He changed careers to a less lucrative one, had a child, and was planning a wedding. He was in school at part of this time. But he always kept his cool and remembered to smile. He was always a force of positivity in whatever crowd he was in, no matter what he was faced with.
That's all for now, I'm sure I forgot about 47238571924385 things that make him special to me!
Jeremy posted this on October 18, 2002 to Discuss Biscuits, a forum in which Disco Biscuits fans can write about the shows they see and the experiences they have. Jeremy had seen many shows of many bands, but this particular one had special meaning to him...
Wednesday night I walked into the Florida theater to see The Disco Biscuits. For me personally there is no more significant venue than the Theater.
Nearly 10 years ago on 2/27/93 I walked into the theater with a friend to see a band I had never heard of, Phish. It is hard to quantify how much my life has changed since that day. I was just two days shy of my 20th birthday and the events of that night would mark a serious change in my life and essentially define how I would live throughout my twenties. Now just a few weeks before the expected arrival of my first child and a few months shy of my 30rth birthday, I have come full circle to the room that started me the path I have walked, run, stumbled and traveled for nearly a decade.
When The Disco Biscuits officially announced their fall tour I circled the For t Lauderdale show as the highlight. After nearly four years of touring behind the band they would be playing in my home town. Ethan Shwartz had worked long and hard to get a home town show and it was a big day for my good friend. As the shows grew closer though I found myself fixated on the Gainesville show. There was so much history for me tied to that room.
As a sophomore at the University of Florida, I was a frat boy, a member of the debate team, and pretty much a strait edged guy. I had been drunk twice in my life and never had tried any drugs. My plans were to plow through UF then maybe go to law school or get a masters. My musical tastes were tied to the radio, with the exception of my love of Rush. My cousins had tried to get me into the dead as a kid but I had passed for the likes of Van Halen.
Music didn't mean all that much to me, I went to concerts bought CD's and pretty much listened to music in the background. I never watched MTV and never made it a point to go out of my way to see a show.
Yet there I was in the Florida theater back in 1993 to see a band that I had never heard of and suddenly my life changed. I started collecting Phish tapes, traveling around Florida when Phish came to play. I made new friends and tried new things. Within a year and a half I was no longer a student at UF. I was living on a Kibbutz in Israel with a solid collection of Phish tapes. Exploring the world challenging all that I had believed and being inspired by music, art and creativity.
Upon returning from Israel in time for Phish's Florida run in 1995 I moved back home for a while and enrolled at Florida Atlantic University. I started following Phish more and more and expanded my musical tastes. I also began to get into the rave seen in south Florida. Music became the driving force in my life, despite never having attempted to play an instrument. Every weekend I searched out music, went to festivals, raves etc.
Mostly out of luck I joined my mothers business in 1996, made a bunch of money and started to tour more frequently and out of Florida. My business allowed me to expanded my lifestyle, flying all over the country to see shows and making two more long excursions with my backpack to Europe. While overseas I saw more music attended more raves and essentially slipped further and further from the path of law school.
My life has ebbed and flowed around the music / rave seen for nearly 10 years now. The highlight of which has been the last four years seeing the Disco Biscuits. I have traveled to every corner of the country in every state of mind to see this band play. Through them I have met dozens of friends and found out about tons of new bands. My musical horizons are always growing. So it was fitting that this week I returned to the room where my life took a strong change in course with my favorite band and some of my favorite people.
On the morning of the show my Grandmother passed away. I drove from the hospital to the show relieved that her pain was over but deeply saddened that she didn't live to see my daughter born. Upon arriving at the show I made my first and last request for a song ever to each and every member of the band. I simply asked that Hot Air Balloon be played that night. I specifically asked that there be no dedication or mention of my name. I just wanted the song. My favorite song of all time. It had so much meaning that night, back in that room, my grandmother passing and the changes in my life. Aron and Marc both told me before the show that I would indeed get my "habber" and I cried like a baby through the entire thing with Liz patting my baby from the first row a place i rarely stand. Aron and Marc both looked at me knowingly several times. It was truely emotionaly the most moving Habber for me.
As it turns out the Gainesville show is my last for this year. I won't be at the holiday run. My place is with my daughter on her first new years. I am back in grad school, starting a family and finally settling down a bit. When I walked out of the show of the venue a couple of hours after the show, I felt complete, I felt closure. My life seriously changed in that room 10 years ago and for several months as the pregnancy has progressed and the realities of a career changed have settled in, I have mourned the apparent loss of the life I have led throughout my twenties. I am not giving up on music or my friends or the rugged independence that has made me Jland for the last 10 years. I am merely growing older, more mature, and planning for the first time to have someone in my life who depends on me being a little more sane and home a lot more often. The transition has been painful, that is until Wednesday night. When I got home Thursday it didn't feel painful, it felt right.
It has been an incredible wonderful ride, I recommend the "20's" to everyone. Enjoy them grow through them, live learn and have fun. I treasure each and every day, every show, ever experience and mostly every friend. You the people I have met since that first Phish show mean the world to me. If it wasn't for raves I would never have met Kira and we wouldn't be have a child. So much turned, so much happened all because of one ticket to one show.
People call free tickets to shows a miracle, well then my free ticket to 2/27/93 was the greatest miracle of all. It has been an amazing ride. I am not going away forever. Yet my days of 30 shows in a year and all night parties are numbered. Suddenly diapers, a new career and life in my 30's are just about here. I will always be around but I am as of now hopping off the bus at the same stop I got on, The Florida Theater, What a venue, what a show.
10-16-2002 My personal Best show ever.
I remember first meeting Jeremy in a hotel room just outside of Philly the day of 4/29/00. over the course of that summer, Jeremy and I got to be friends. In the past 3+ years Jeremy has always been there for me. When my mother passed away last year he was definitely one of the strongest people I had to turn to. He was always a beacon of light even when things didnt look too promising.
Very often I would find myself talking to Jeremy when I needed the advice of an older brother. We'd share stories of good and bad and then try to figure out where we had gone right (or wrong). Living so far apart (me boston, him florida) we didnt get to hang out all that much, but we did keep up fairly often away from shows. But what really stands out are many many tour stories. West Coast fall 2000 stands out. so does southern run 2001. and I'll never forget the night that he was so fed up with my inability to navigate the Great Woods parking lot after one of the phish shows in fall 2000 that he made me get out of the drivers seat (of my own car) and he then got us out of there in less than 5 minutes. I was very happy for Jeremy in the past year. After some problems in the business world, he had decided to change his life around. he stopped doing things that were harmful to his body in almost all ways. he was taking classes on nutrition and how to be a physical trainer. he was SO happy about his baby girl, Skylar. And he was getting very excited about his wedding to Keara that was to take place this coming February. I was excited to go to florida to be at the wedding...and i hate weddings. Through all of the situations that I'd been in with Jeremy, from Vegas to Atlanta, there were occasionally squabbles with other people about stupid stuff. And like wendi mentioned, that stuff was just the ephermeral. that was just the surface. when you truly got to know Jeremy Wainland, you knew that he was a kind, warm, and caring individual that was bubbling with life and really did care deeply about his friends and loved ones. I send my condolences to his family, both new and old. He will be missed.
i met jeremy back in 99. i think it was on the southern tour that ended in atlanta. since then we had a lot of experiences together... some good, some bad. but nobody's perfect, especially me. no matter what, i was always able to look at jeremy and just know deep down he was a good person.
we hung out a lot during the florida run in october, and he was as kind and generous to me as anyone could have been. he was so excited about his daughter, telling everyone how he was turning his life around, and how he was really growing up. i too, heard about jeremy's grandmother passing away, and gave him a hug in the middle of his tears during the hot air balloon. i knew he had a lot of hope in his heart. i hope he was able to pass some of that on to his daughter, and family before he passed.
my thoughts go out to his friends and family.
I just wanted to add my piece. I barely knew jeremy, but i did meet him a few times back in the day. Its really unfortunate, i hope the family and all close friends will be able to pull through this ok. I find that the loss of someone close is one of the hardest things to deal with.
I really agree with his philosophy on doing something that makes a difference. I just spent the last 2 years of my life in business school, and i came to realize that its all about making a positive impact in people's life. I really hope that by when december comes, when i graduate, that i will get a chance to be in the business of making a difference.
i also believe in living every minute fully. You really never know whats going to happen tomorrow. I also believe in positive risk taking, the kind of risks where you really have to make an effort to step out of yourself but the worst that could happen is that you end up exactly where you started.
Brian Friedman posted the following to the Phantasy Tour message boards:
im in shock... jeremy was a close friend.. i met him 4-12-01 in the double tree lobby, he impressed me with his adapt social skills / ability to manipulate a conversation... although the music wasnt anything above average that evening jeremy's performance was executed with a certain professionalism that i will miss dearly...
he showed exceptional prowess in kidnapping tigger and nonchalantly clipping him to his back for several hours without my detection, not to mention he saved my life from certain destruction that night for which i believe i owed him a life debt. Jeremy made my hotel room at the double tree come alive.. hotel security "Claypool" was partying rather loudly, in our hospitality suite meanwhile jeremy held the TV remote in one hand trying to get the MUTE function to work on "Claypool".
Jeremy was certainly one of the nicest most honest "true to self" people person i have ever met... this news comes as a total shock and i am deeply saddened... to this day i havent been able to thank him enough for saving my life... im going to miss you jer
Ethan was one of Jeremy's closest friends. He broke the news to Jeremy's "online/scene" friends by posting the following to the Phantasy Tour message board on 7/7/03. To read the rest of the thread, please go here.
Hello Biscuits fans and family. One of our very good friends, Jeremy Wainland from Boca Raton, Florida, passed away on Sunday. He was 30. His mother called me tonight and told me Jeremy suffered an aneurism Sunday afternoon. He leaves behind a brand new baby daughter.
I first met Jeremy in early 1999 on DiscussBiscuits when talk of the band visting Florida first popped up. I was railing away about how bad a state this was for live music and how the band should never come play here, and Jeremy emailed me privately to let me know there were other Biscuit fans in the state and I should do everything I could to get the band here. The first show Jeremy ever saw was at Jack Straws on 5-7-99. Afterwards Marc came out and hung out with us, talking for awhile about the common thread the 3 of us had, all of us being unescapably Jewish with said Jewish mothers. It was quite a fun night. The next night we went to Ziggy's and partied a little too heavily, and Jeremy was stuck driving us around Winston Salem at 3am trying to find Chris Woody's house. Needless to say, he ran a red light and cut off a cop, we were pulled over, and Jeremy, using the inbred bullshit card all of use Jews learn by living with said mothers, managed to talk the cop into giving us a warning and letting us get on our way.
I saw many more shows with Jeremy over the next 4 years, we flew to New York for the infamous Irving Plaza show, and Jeremy was one of the very first people I called, giddy with excitement when I told him I was bringing the Biscuits to Florida for the first time last fall. He caught the Culture Room show, and then, what I think was his last show, in Gainesville. His baby was due in a few weeks, and I remember vividly what he said during the show. "I never ask for songs, but I asked them to play a HAB'ber for me." Jeremy's grandmother had passed away a week earlier, and everythign in his life was coming to a head what with the baby coming, his new job, basically everything in his life changing drastically, and I remember when they started playing Hot Air Balloon, the tears running down his cheeks as he watched his favorite band play this song for him, I went over, gave him a great big hug, and said good for you.
Jeremy was a great supporter of what I started doing down here 3.5 years ago, and I dont think anyone besides myself was happier that night the Biscuits played at the Culture Room in October.
I'm really stunned right now. This is the 2nd friend I've had die on me in less than a year and it's really scary. I guess when my friend Dan passed away in september the reality of life hit me, and now it's finally set in. No one ever knows how long we have, so live every minute fully. The funeral is on wednesday, if anyone would like to send a message to Jeremy's family please email me email@example.com and I will print them out and give them to them
This was posted by Kira to the Phantasy Tour message board on 7/13/03.
To read the rest of the thread, go on ahead.
Most of you don't know me, I was the 'pain-in-jeremy's ass :-) I was the one who b*tched when he left town for Biscuit shows (sorry 'bout that, I was selfish of his attention), you might remember I showed up to one show in Seattle in my Tigger PJ's :-P BUT he was My Hero, allways...
"Its you and me against the world" It was from the very first day, when we left a Rave to climb that tree in some random neighborhood in some random yard and talked until people started waking up and coming out of their houses. And he asked me to come home with him and watch Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas on DVD. Then we didn't leave the house for three days. Just hung out and ordered pizza in... I told him right then I was going to make him adopt me...
He told me it was at the May 12th/13th show during the Hot Air Balloon the year that we met that he realized he was in love with me...
Just the weekend before we were at a party and I sat in his lap and he was looking around at our friends "Look at Mat, he's trying to make what we have" (Mat married haistily) and "Tony is trying to buy it," (trying to impress strippers with his money and machismo.) "Look around at all of them (you know the scene single people bumping and posing and feeling each other out) They are here looking for what we allready have, each other, True Love. You and me, forever." Oh God! at the time I thought he was just being silly and mushy, and I was only half listening to him... I was even thinking I didn't want him hugging me so tightly because it was kind of hot and crowded in the room and we were both sweaty.
This is so hard for me,
I stayed with him as long as they would let me, running my fingers thru his hair holding my cheek to his, hugging him, kissing his cold forhead, his cold cold lips, i stayed with him until they forced me away to start the services, he was so cold, and yet still looked like he might at any second 'wake up' but he'll never wake up, he went to sleep and he'll never wake up.
I Watched them close the casket on the love of my life.
There were so many people at the funeral (over 200) that there were not enuff seats there were people standing leaking out into every hallways for him, he was so loved... My poor hero, he was an arrogant twit but underneath it all, I don't think he really believed that anyone 'really' knew or loved him. I hope he was there, I hope he saw.
I watched them lower the casket into the ground, they spoke prayers in hebrew that I did not understand, it does not matter because I will never understand. God gives and god takes... How can I explain that to my daughter who I can barely care for myself, why her own mother cannot hold her without feeling such pain and faintness in my stomach I'm afraid I will drop her. Who will play bouncy baby, and Robot Sky with her now?
My daughter took the dirt from Jeruselum from my hand and together we dropped it on the lowered casket and whispered
Monday I have to go back to the house where we were beginning our life together, myself and my daughter, to start living again and I just don't know how I am going to do that... (I WILL have you all know there is a big framed photo-negative of the Biscuits on our bedroom wall)
Thank you all for your condolences your memories and your love, and especially those of you who have contacted me, but I would like to ask that someone help me collect the threads and things that he wrote and were wrote about him to put together into some kind of book for Sky. I wouldn't even know where to start...
She DOES look just like him, and babbles non-stop :-) not a shy bone in her little body... And she loves Drum Circles and classical music. And she is sitting right now in her playpen with 'Blerm', those of you who do remember me and Jeremy 'together' will remember Blerm, our little Trip-son. :-)
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