The Village Voice just posted an in depth article about Disco D and the events leading up to his eventual suicide. I vividly remember getting a call from Isla saying they found Disco dead in his parent's home. I was waiting in line at a food cart ordering enchiladas. Disco was crazy in such a good way. So much energy, kind of a trip meeting him when he played at the Sundays are the New Black Party. He absolutely killed it banging out beats on his MPC. It felt real intimate mostly cause there were like 15 people there. He accomplished so much in a short amount of time and couldn't see past his depression. Time and time again, the greatest artists of our time have their lives cut short. There is a sense of twisted irony that what often pains them most is exactly what can make them great. Disco D was bipolar and would go back and forth between manic episodes where he could work on all of his projects at once and produce incredible results but then could slip into depression and not have any motivation to work on any of them. Rest in Peace Disco D, you are still missed.
The Death of Disco