This was posted on the New York Times in the “lives that they lived” section. Lauren Dubey wrote this beautiful description of some of the things that made Mitch great. Miss you brother.
Mitchell Dubey
My brother Mitch wasn’t necessarily an accomplished musician, but definitely an enthusiastic one. He wasn’t that guy with headphones perpetually fixed on his ears, cords trailing like tentacles; he was often more interested in listening with others. He was a vibrant fixture of the hardcore punk music scene around Connecticut, where he moved in 2007 to be a member of The Flaming Tsunamis. He spent his time moving literally and figuratively among the punk circles along the east coast, emanating good vibes and spreading goodwill everywhere he went. On a stage or in a crowd, Mitch was most in his element existing among live music and good company, donning a sweaty t-shirt typically a size too small. Here he is, photographed by Joelle Andrés, a dear friend, mentor and photographer at a venue on Long Island, celebrating his 19th birthday doing what he loved most. Though his life was cut short by a random act of violence, we remember him full of love, passion and music that infused every interaction he had, every relationship he nurtured. Those left in this tragic wake honor his memory by trying to bring that magnitude of living to our everyday lives.
Submitted by Lauren Dubey
You can view the New York Times article:HERE
