You know, I never knew the man personally.
I never met The Rev, or the rest of the band.
I never even saw Avenged Sevenfold play live.
Still, as silly and smacking of obsessive fangirl it can sound, this man and this band changed my life. They introduced me to metal, to a world where people sang and screamed songs about kicking ass and taking names, being a fucking master of your instrument, putting on a live show to end all live shows.
Their songs moved me in a way I hadn't before, before A7X I'd never truly cried or felt like kicking something to pieces after hearing a song. I'd never had a crush on a band member before(It wasn't on Jimmy, it was on Syn.). Before seeing "A I never knew that metal bands from the 1980's were still together and admiring the generation of headbangers and bands that they helped create.
My mom said I could use this experience as a sociological perspective, to compare to all those people who mourned when MIchael Jackson died.
Jimmy won't get the whole world to mourn his passing publicly, or have his funeral service broadcast on network TV, or have countless TV specials and books published examining a life that might have been so much more.
Still, he will get his own personal memorial service all over the world today and in the coming days, in the hearts and minds of all teenagers like me, who might not have ever seen them outside the LCD screen of a laptop or TV, but who were still affected and entranced by the tall, slim man thrashing away behind the colossal drumkit of their favorite band.
I will never be able to watch "Live in the LBC" or the end part of "All Excess" without tearing up.

RIP James, Jimmy, Jimbo, Rathead, Rev, all of your names. The music world is all the poorer for your loss.