Only a few times in a lifetime (if you’re lucky) are you able to meet someone with the same heart as you. Maybe not in the same shape, form or state, but someone who you can identify with you in every way possible.
Many people know Mario Comesanas as a stellar, entertaining radio personality — a soldier for underground music and front man for two killer bands. But to me, Mario was all of these things and so much more.
To NO surprise, he always identified with the Icepick anthem “Real Recognizes Real” — why? Because he was the REALEST dude you would ever meet — no bullshit, but a heart of solid gold. Mario was the type of human being who would give you the shirt off his back or the last loaf of bread in order to ensure happiness in others he cared for. He never had a reason to help me, he just did and for that he will always remain one of the most selfless, admirable people I have ever met.
In Mario, I met a kindred spirit — a mellowed-out character that became a beast when he hit the mic, just like myself. I enjoyed hearing every new song, shitty studio experience and band up and down he had because I, too, was going through the same thing. He empathized, always looked out for others around him. He was bred in the loyal ethic of hardcore, which was a huge connector for us and we shared the illest adoration of realism, humor, cats, making music and, as I always stated, “doing what we can.”
Words cannot even begin to express the profound loss that the music community has just suffered. Above and beyond metal, he was a huge supporter of local music. During his WSOU days. He championed for New Jersey breakout bands My Chemical Romance and Thursday, always treasuring and embracing diversity in music.
Mario was the kind of dude I could kick it back with, get lifted, tell him my man/money/work/personal problems to and leave with a settled heart, while cracking the fuck up. Together, we would chat about “tears in the shower” when times were tough, and when he met his amazing fiancee Liz, I watched his world shine through one of the most uplifting, strongest women I have ever met.
He left us with a cutting musical project called Low Road which you should check out on Facebook. It was recorded by one of his adolescent faves, Joey Z of Life of Agony, and he was so amped to deliver the new music. Luckily, Mario’s voice will live on through it. Rest in Peace, my dear friend, colleague, fellow musician — you will always be one of the baddest motherfuckers in my heart.
[Edit: Comesanas, who was 30, was a regular on-air DJ at Sirius XM’s Liquid Metal station. It is believed he died from a sudden brain hemorrhage. Gun Shy Assassin is thinking of anyone suffering because of this tragic loss.]
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