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I remember how we both weren't from the same place in the world, how we looked and sounded so completely different from each other. We had completely different life experiences yet shared a bond that, in those moments when we met early in the morning, sharing coffee and sharing stories of hope, I knew that we were the same person. And that was meaningful to me... especially since you are so cool... I was never cool. I was the opposite of that. But you gave me hope and I am so grateful for that Anthony! Miss you.
1989, KTs Garage
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I met Anthony in 1979 in the first grade. He would bring his radio to school, and we would rock out at recess time. During these elementary school years, we developed an unbreakable friendship. We played on the same baseball team, and we constantly hung out in each other's neighborhoods. In the 5th grade, we got into trouble together, and our parents decided not to let us hang out afterward. To meet each other halfway between our houses was only a short BMX ride away, so we would meet up secretly. By the end of the sixth grade, the parental ban ended, and we were back to our usual mischief. In the seventh grade, we gave up the BMX bikes and discovered skateboarding and all of the aggression and rebellion associated with skateboarding. We heard American hardcore for the first time, and adolescence had begun. We started our first punk band that year, called The Gnarley Nellies. It was pretty much me wailing power chords on the guitar while Anthony screamed off the wall, unrefined and rebellious lyrics. The few times we auditioned drummers for the band, we got thrown out of their house by their parents. At that time, our country was not ready for punk rock. Anthony and I would take a bus into the city weekly to hit up a local alternative record store called Eids. We started going to local punk and hardcore shows, and the little monsters we were, grew into big ones. Anthony and I were born eight days apart and were stubborn as hell. We thought the same, we acted the same, and we didn't give a s--t about anything. We grew up together and experienced all of our firsts in life together. We always looked out for each other, took care of each other, and were inseparable. Our friendship was unconquerable and spanned decades, and the memories we share are forever. Miss you Brother,
K.T.
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Anthony was a brother that I believed would live forever. He’d disappear, come back in from the dark and repeat the pattern. I’m honored that he called when he was in need and was as honest as he could be with himself. We had good times and never dull moments which, leads me to believe we would’ve been good cell mates. He encouraged me to learn more and create. (He also thought I should destroy things too) I will always be grateful for the friendship we shared. He was a living Saint that helped me, taught me and respected me for my differences. In the end he saw the differences as similarities that we had in common creating an uncommon lasting bond.
I had heard tales of Anthony long before I actually met him. When I finally did he came stomping into me and Marky's kitchen ranting loudly about punk rock and all the satanic tattoos he wanted to get. I couldn't get a word in edgewise and after he left I laughed and said something to Marky along the lines of 'you gotta appreciate his enthusiasm but that guy's a little nuts'.
But in the 15 plus years since then I got a chance to know Anthony in bits and pieces little by little and revised my first impression. I found that I had only glimpsed one facet of his personality. Certainly he was enthusiastic about the music and books he loved and I discovered we shared some favorite authors. He was unabashedly himself and followed through on all those tattoos he first talked about and he was never shy about expressing an unpopular opinion. He could also be a sensitive caring person who was obviously dedicated to those he loved. Most recently I got to see that dedication when Tracy was in the hospital and Ant was so obviously devastated with worry and crushed by having to see the person he loved in pain.
My heart goes out to Tracy and Anthony's family and friends. Certainly a loving and unique soul has been taken from the world too soon.
Chris Cannon
Monroeville, Turtle Creek, and beyond
My deepest condolences to Tracy and Anthony's family. I met Anthony for the first time in middle school (5th/6th Grade) when our classmates goaded us into "karate" fighting each other on the playground. Karate Kid was big at the time. Word was Anthony had a belt of some sort and I just pretended like I did. It didn't really amount to anything but is funny to me that it was how we first met in retrospect. The next time I met Anthony was at in-school suspension in 7th/8th Grade. He was being punished for making a bomb-threat (yes, back then this only got you a day or two of in-school). I cannot remember for the life of me what I did to warrant suspension, but I'm sure it was warranted, lol. We hit it off those days and had a lot of laughs before it was over and done with and soon after I became great friends with both he and KT for the years to come. At first, I envied Anthony for his unapologetic and rebellious behaviour (still do), but over the years I also came to know him to be a caring, sensitive person, and a kind soul. When I ran away from home, Anthony would often drive down to Oakland and visit, often taking us to the Southside Beehive on his motorcycle to drink coffee and play board games. I have so many memories from those years, being roommates in Turtle Creek, drinking lots of cheap beer, playing and listening to music, having conversations until the wee hours of the morning. So. Many. Memories. R.I.P. Brother.
Thanks for sticking up for me back in the day. You will not be forgotten.
Happy birthday Tone.
He would say "THANKS." with total sarcasm.
Never met anyone like him, never will. He made me laugh more than anyone ever.
He pissed me off more than anyone ever.
He never took himself too seriously.
He had a giant caring black heart.
He is missed by many.
This is my number. (412)708-9217
If you ever want to hear about a guy that was somewhere between Sid Vicious Cool/Hand Luke,but much more interesting, give me a call.
I'll tell you stories you could never believe... Unless you were there and forgot.
I learned "Time is the Enemy", as he once exclaimed to me well after midnight on a school night once when i was in high school...
In response to "What did you learn from Anthony?"
Although I only met Anthony a couple of times, his life made an impact on mine in ways he will never know.
RIP Ant 🐜 May your soul find peace and tranquility. ❤
I did not know Anthony very long
however knowing him has enriched my life and I feel that the world is a little less bright without him .
My condolences to Anthony's friends and family. I used to meet Anthony and Tracy occasionally. We had fascinating discussions over tea. May he rest in peace.

Glenn Harmon
Anthony w/ Nephew Matthew &am…
Tampa, FL, USA
Anthony w/ Nephew Matthew & Sister Tiffany at favorite breakfast joint Daily Eats
Wee Anthony... The Perfection…
Wee Anthony... The Perfection of an Imperfect Child!
Back in the mid 90s, we were all so poor. Like, seriously so poor. I don't think any of us grocery shopped (and this confounds me now as an adult), but we basically just lived off the food that whoever worked that day brought home from a restaurant. When Anthony worked for Pizza Outlet, he would just open the door to the house where we all hung out and toss a whole STACK of pizzas in the door. He wouldn't pop in for a chat or anything. My brother in law saw this happen one day and talked about Anthony as the magic pizza man for years afterward.
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Anthony was one of the very first people I met in Pittsburgh. He always had a kind heart. I always enjoyed our conversations. He was a beautiful soul who will be missed by many. I am so very sorry for your loss.
When I first met Anthony I could tell right away that he was a fun and talented guy, and we would joke about different things and he would make me laugh. I loved the time if Anthony would play his music and all of the sudden it would get switched to Tracy’s music and Anthony would be like “Oh come on, well I guess we have to listen to Tracy's music Mike.” The #1 thing that I loved was when Anthony would come visit us and we would do a cookout, I gave him a new name (Antinader) he loved it.
But, It doesn't matter what you did in the past, you can't change it. The best you can do about your past is to be nostalgic with your family and loved ones about happy memories.
I met Anthony in ca. 2003 somehow. What ensued was a friendship that continued until his recent tragic death. We argued a lot. They were long drawn out arguments. My role may have been construed as a liberal religious nut while Anthony’s role was more like a demonic philospher. Needless to say it was great fun. His commetary could be so absolutely vile, clever, and utterly hilarious that i would often be left in stitches. Anthony’s style and dark aesthetic was nuanced & magnetic. He was also kind and caring.
I miss Anthony. He is one individual I knew who very much thought for himself. His opinion I valued. He was a great friend.
My thoughts and prayers go out to his family, friends, and Tracy.
Anthony was a legend already before I even met him. I got to know him in my own way and was struck by how humble and kind he was compared to the stories of him being one of the most punk rock dudes on the planet. He defined for me the truth of the world that a man can not care about things that most people think are vital and important while still deeply caring about what other folks take for granted. Which is friendship and family. I drew strength from his journey and I wish his soul peace. My heart goes out to those that loved him and called him their own.
I am so sorry for your loss,Anthony was one of my most special friends. I was happy I got to see him before his passing,but wish I could have helped him more.I am trying to go through old photos and will share them as soon as I can.

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