Jackson Free Press

We are sad to report the untimely passing of Geff Rushton (a.k.a. John Balance), founder of Coil, occasional member of Zos Kia, Psychic TV, Nurse With Wound, Current 93, and Death In June. He will be sadly missed.

An official notice from Coil:

"We are greatly saddened to have to you that at about 5.30 pm Saturday Nov 13th, Jhonn Balance, was killed in an accident at home. Under the influence of alcohol he fell from the first floor landing, hitting his head on the floor some 15ft below. Peter/Sleazy who was in the front room heard the noise, came out investigate and found him unconscious, though still breathing. Balance was rushed to hospital, where his condition deteriorated, and he died soon after, without ever regaining consciousness. There is no suggestion that this event was in any way deliberate, in fact, anything other than a tragic accident. Unusually, Balance had been cheerfull during the day, and was looking forward to seeing Ian at the weekend, and working on new recordings this week."

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"Our awareness that physical death is not an end, but mearly a transition to a whole different part of existence, a new adventure, should by now be clear to everyone. Jhonn has simply crossed over the Threshold..."
A Book of Condolence is being established in honor at www.thresholdhouse.com

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What a horrible loss for the world of music :( Having been a fan of Coil since 1989, I have heard their music evolve and their exposure grow. They remixed several Nine Inch Nails songs on the ["Fixed," "Closer to God," "Further Down the Spiral"] EP's and their 1989 masterpiece, "Loves Secret Domain," has influenced many current electronic musicians [Aphex Twin, Autechre, Nine Inch Nails]- it is still considered to be ahead of its time. Jhonn's contribution to musick in it's purest and most mystical form will be greatly missed. An excerpt from one of their works, entitled "The Angelic Conversation." O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st; If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back, She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill. Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure! She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure: --------Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be, --------And her quietus is to render thee.

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2004-11-16T09:21:50-06:00