Parent - Seabird (Trey Gruber TRIBUTE video with Lyrics)

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A Trey Gruber TRIBUTE - we miss you Trey and your music!
Being a music lover all my adult life, I regard Trey Gruber for the little time he spent on this Earth, equally the most talented musician (almost John Lennon like) that has ‘never been known by virtually anybody’ except for those who have been fortunate enough to have listened &/or see this young man perform his extraordinary musical talents which were only in their infancy, for he tragically passed away in September of 2017 of a heroin drug overdose. So, I'd just like to pay a tribute video to Trey on behalf of his family and to those that loved him as a person and as a friend, that to let them know that he has not been forgotten. RIP oh talented one!
Trey and his group Parent performed 'Seabird' at Sofar Chicago not long before his sad passing. Sofar Sounds connects artists and music-lovers around the world through intimate shows in unique venues.
Trey Gruber’s posthumous debut double LP Herculean House of Cards. BELOW is a compilation of early demos, studio demos, and live recordings.
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Trey Gruber: Hammer Out the Edges Story
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Trey Gruber: HERCULEAN HOUSE OF CARDS STORY
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How heroin takes lives: The story of Chicago musician Trey Gruber
I knew he’d finally hit the vein when the blood backfilled the syringe. He fired the heroin, pulled out the rig and knocked the belt off his bicep, leaving a single, fat drop of blood behind. We were on speakerphone with an administrator from a detox facility at the time. My friend Trey Gruber didn’t have a phone anymore, so he had texted me from a desktop computer asking if I would take him to detox. I went over to his apartment and started calling.
One facility was full, and a few wouldn’t take his insurance. He said he would be better able to manage the insurance and intake questions if he used. To be honest, I didn’t think he was leaving that building until those baggies were empty anyway. We finally found a detox that would accept him that night, and I drove him to it in Uptown. I filled out the paperwork when he couldn’t hold the pen steady. He nodded in and out of consciousness. He was out of detox after five days. A week later he scored some dope, probably south of Chicago Avenue between Homan and Pulaski. It had fentanyl in it..... He shot that heroin and died. He was 26.
My friend knew he could die if he kept using. Lots of addicts and alcoholics do, and in fact I told him so more than once, though I hedged the amount of time I gave him - months and years, not the weeks and days he apparently had left. I still regret that. His illness was one that distorts thinking and emotions. It’s a disease that turns human beings against themselves. It creates the calm delirium of using while on hold for detox. It’s an active manifestation of the human capability for self-sabotage.
Those who knew him remember Trey’s dedication to honesty, a painfully empathetic spirit and acerbic sense of humor. Someone for whom the small sacrifices - a ride out of your way or a spare cigarette - always felt right. He’d do them for you, and you knew it. He was the kind of person whose funeral was shoulder-to-shoulder, whose ex-employer, the cafe that fired him during a relapse, freely opened its doors for a large memorial service. And he was a brilliant musician, something of a genius, whose band I saw turn the heads of disinterested bar crowds. There are some recordings and pieces of songs, now in the process of being recovered and preserved by his family, that I hope one day find new listeners. The fact that no more of his music is possible will underscore the tragedy of his death.
He was also a lifesaver. Literally. There are other addicts - alcohol, heroin, whatever - who are alive today because of his efforts to help them in their recovery. His memorial felt like a lifeboat, but one he unfortunately fell out of. Americans my age have been misinformed about drugs for most of our lives. I was taught in D.A.R.E. that addiction is simply the result of drug usage, and not a disorder. I was taught drug users were dangerous people to be avoided - even though avoiding addicts only facilitates their addiction. I was taught that marijuana is more harmful and devoid of therapeutic use than cocaine or methamphetamine.
Trey’s mother told me she spoke to a Chicago police officer who responded to Trey’s death, a man used to encounter suffering and tragedy. He told her that as soon as word got out, her son’s apartment was flooded with mourners. He told her he remembered thinking, “This one still has lots that loved him.”....... He was right.