Remembering Cliff Burton, 1962-1986 R.I.P.

Twenty-four years ago this Monday, I was sitting at a four-way stop in the Briarwick neighborhood of San Antonio when news came over my Dad’s VW Rabbit radio that Metallica bassist Cliff Burton had been killed in a freak tour bus accident on an icy road somewhere in Sweden. I was devastated. Cliff was 24.

We’ve lost a lot of greats since I started paying attention to rock-n-roll, but none of them triggered the sense of personal loss I felt with the passing of Cliff.

Maybe it was the fact that Metallica had ushered in a new breed of street-urchin thrash metal. Maybe it was the fact that Metallica was about to beat astronomical odds and become hugely successful on the strength of “Master of Puppets.” Maybe it was the fact that in a band of unwashed misfits, Cliff stood out as the most anti-establishment of the bunch. Or maybe it was because he died so tragically and innocently beneath the weight of an overturned tour bus instead of checking out on an overdose. More than likely, it was a combination of all of the above amplified by the fact that it happened at an age when heavy metal was my entire world and Cliff Burton was its supreme ruler.

As I sat at the four-way stop on Sept. 27, 1986, the radio deejay on 99.5 KISS FM announced an address for sending condolences (after all, in San Antonio, Metallica was beloved before the rest of the world caught on). I reached for a pen and a scrap of paper. When I finally got home, I wrote a letter to Cliff’s parents expressing my condolences and assuring them that their son was a god in San Antonio. I dropped it in the mail and that was it.

Six months later, I opened my parents’ mailbox to find an envelope addressed to me. So much time had lapsed that I had no idea why this letter from San Francisco was waiting for me. I opened it, unfolded it and began reading a hand-written thank-you from Cliff’s Mom. I was dumbstruck! My hero’s mother took the time to put pen to paper and write a personal letter to me? Whoa! That’s heavy! In the letter, she said she and Cliff’s Dad were personally replying to each condolence letter. She also acknowledged San Antonio as being the most loyal of Metallica strongholds and thanked me for my kind words. I flipped out!

To this day, that letter (pictured above) hangs in a frame in my home office and is one of my most prized possessions in a massive, lifetime collection of rock-n-roll memorabilia. I’m told that Cliff’s mother passed away a few years ago. If so, I hope she knows her letter and the memory of her son will live with me forever. RIP.

 

 

 

 

  1. That letter is the most awesome thing ever. I also remember hearing the news on the radio in Virginia. In the first report that I heard they said “a member” of Metallica had been killed in a bus accident. I remember saying to myself, “Please let it be Lars and not Cliff.” Later that night on the news they said it was Cliff and I just went in my room and spun Ride The Lightning a few times. I think I’ll go do it again this weekend.

  2. Teresa says:

    That letter gave chills! What incredible people!

  3. Mark says:

    just read the letter from Mrs Burton. Wow…powerful. what a keepsake considering how sad the situation was. thanks for putting it up.

  4. Joel McIver says:

    Amazing story, and thanks for the review of my book.

    Best

    Joel McIver

    • admin says:

      Joel, what an honor to hear from you. Thanks for commenting. I obviously enjoyed your book and appreciate the fact that you were inspired enough to work so hard on behalf of Cliff and his many fans. Thank you, dave

  5. Steve C says:

    A humbling moment – thanks for sharing it with us