I was very saddened when I learned that Dean Rasmussen passed away last week.
I met Dean in August 1984 as we both began our studies at VCU and each were assigned rooms on the 13th floor of Rhodes Hall. We hit it off as friends very quickly and soon after we met, Dean and my first roommate switched rooms. Dean and I remained roommates for my entire time at VCU - one year in Rhodes Hall and the other three at 1000 Park Avenue in the Fan. We were in several bands together over those VCU years, including Near East, Glory Hole, and The Natural Modesty of Girls. He could destroy a bass!!
Dean was a presence. He earned his pseudonym, "The King", honestly because he was a presence physically and spiritually. You wanted him around if trouble was brewing, you wanted him around if philosophy was being discussed, and you wanted him around when new music was to be enjoyed. Dean was a guy you just "wanted around" because he was so genuine.
He loved the Cowboys and he loved professional wrestling. But more than anything he loved his family - he spoke so much of his Mom and "A'int Shelby" that I felt like they were part of my family. I am saddened for his wife and children, his extended family, and the voluminous friends that he leaves behind and my heartfelt condolences go out to each of them.
Godspeed my friend.
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I never had the good fortune to meet Dean, but I was, and remain, a fan of his work. I discovered The Death Valley Driver Video Review and have been reading it for over 20 years now, mostly so I could read Dean's hilarious, profane, insightful prose. He will be missed by me and by many others around the world. From his words, I know how ferociously he loved his family and they, and the friends who knew him well, have my profoundest sympathies.
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The King was a man among men and was fearless, spontaneous, creative, and funnier than anyone else you know. This is who should get a statue on Monument Avenue. Rest well, big guy.
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