I woke up this morning and started my day how I usually do; scrolling through my Twitter feed. One of the first tweets I came across read, “RIP Lil Peep.” I am not a fan of Lil Peep, but I know how much buzz he has been attracting this past year so I decided to investigate his death further.
Lil Peep, who over the last two years emerged as one of pop music’s brightest and most promising young talents, blending the urgency and dexterity of contemporary hip-hop with the raw, serrated sentimentality of emo, died on Wednesday night in Tucson, Arizona. He was only 21 years young.
Lil Peep was born Gustav Ahr on Nov. 1, 1996, and was raised in Long Beach and was the son of a college professor father and an elementary schoolteacher mother. He took his name from a childhood nickname given by his mother.
After dropping out of high school— he eventually got a GED— he moved to Los Angeles to begin pursuing music, posting first on YouTube and eventually on the streaming platform SoundCloud. He put out his first mixtapes in 2015, and last year he released two, “Crybaby” and “Hellboy,” which marked him as a potent, forward-looking synthesizer of styles with an uncanny knack for pop songcraft.
Lil Peep cut a striking figure: tall and gaunt; hair dyed pink or blonde; and wearing an elaborate array of tattoos, including the words “Get Cake Die Young,” and “Crybaby,” and an anarchy symbol on his face. He moonlighted as an occasional runway model.
He was taken from this world at too young of an age. The news about Lil Peep is heartbreaking and take this as a sign to check on your friends, tell them you love them and make sure they know they can talk to you when in need. The thing that really gets to me is that all of his fans were supporting his heavy drug use and his behavior, and now he’s dead. Depression is no joke, and addiction is no joke either. The culture and scene continues to lose influential figures to the hardship of a combination of the two.
Many took to Twitter to pay tribute to Lil Peep, which can be seen below.