RIP: Anthony James Mixon III
|With Anthony, at The Nightingale, NYC|
Anthony's father once said his son had "a brain like a snapping turtle." A quantitive sociologist, Anthony was brilliant and kind, generous with a heart the size of Texas. In the early 1980's, we met in graduate school, after hours in a parking garage. Anthony was sitting alone in his car listening to Pere Ubu when I handed him a homespun cassette tape that featured Led Zep and Public Image Ltd. That sealed it in blood. We spent many years hanging out in NYC's punk & hardcore scenes, following bands and buying each other spikes and leathers and shots. The CorpseGrinders called him "the Genius Biker."
Several years ago, Anthony met the love of his life, Joelma, a Brazilian dancer and stylist he referred to as the Mona Lisa. He wrote poetry for her, and the couple bought land together in Joelma's native Brazil; they planned to marry and relocate near the equator. Anthony was one of the most humble, and honorable men I've ever known. An atheist and altruist, Anthony's ashes were spread in Bonifay County, in the Florida panhandle where he grew up. For comfort, he often sat alone in the woods with a bottle of Johnny Walker, listening to Berlin, thinking about Lou Reed, Ellen Willis and New York City. How blessed we were to share his time on Earth---I will miss him for the rest of my life.
|Anthony, center, with CorpseGrinders|