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KaBoom21
07-21-05, 09:47 AM
Driver charged with triple murder in crash
Woman allegedly had a death wish

By Brian Cox and Lolly Bowean, Chicago Tribune. Tribune reporter Lisa Black wrote this article; Tribune reporter Courtney Flynn contributed
Published July 16, 2005


Three Chicago musicians who worked regular jobs by day and rocked at night were killed when a young woman bent on ending her life barreled into their car on a Skokie street, law enforcement officials said Friday.

Jeanette Sliwinski, 23, has been charged with three counts of first-degree murder after telling police investigating Thursday's crash at Niles Center Road that she had been in a fight with her mother and "wanted to end it all," authorities said.

Sliwinski, of the 8900 block of Parkside Street, Morton Grove, was going at least 70 m.p.h. eastbound on Dempster Street and had run three red lights when she rammed her 2000 Ford Mustang into the car carrying the three co-workers who were out for lunch, authorities said.

Killed were Michael Dahlquist, 39, of the 4800 block of South Ashland Avenue; John Glick, 35, of the 2800 block of West Palmer Street; and Douglas Meis, 29, of the 4500 block of North Lincoln Avenue, all in Chicago. Condolences buzzed across music-related Web sites as friends and fans shared the news. The men were in the prime of their lives, and more concerned about touching people with their art than making hit records, friends and relatives said.

"They were people who were so smart and brilliant and amazing," said Rebecca Crawford, Glick's wife. "Everyone feels cheated that they haven't been able to accomplish what they set out to do."

Dahlquist, who moved to Chicago from Washington state five years ago, played drums for Silkworm, a band praised by critics for its independence and eagerness to experiment.

Glick grew up in Boston and moved to Chicago six years ago. He was a guitarist and singer with the Returnables. Meis played drums with Glick's wife in a band called The Dials, described by Matt Priest, a talent buyer, as "loud and noisy but super melodic and super poppy."

"Michael was friendly to an extreme. He was a very outgoing and upbeat guy," said Tim Midgett, who played bass and guitar with him.

Without Dahlquist, the band is over, he said. "He can't be replaced."

By day, the three worked together at Shure Inc. in Niles, which manufactures microphones and other audio electronic products, said Paul Applebaum, company vice president.

The deaths "really devastated a lot of people here," Applebaum said. "We are trying to make some sense of it ourselves. These people were highly respected and well-liked around here."

Sliwinski, who is in fair condition at St. Francis Hospital in Evanston, declined to be interviewed, hospital spokeswoman Christine Rybicki said. Sliwinski also has been charged with two counts of aggravated battery, authorities said.

People who answered the door at her Morton Grove home declined to comment.

Skokie police said Sliwinski was not tested for alcohol or drugs.

Police did not say if she was wearing a seat belt at the time of the crash.

The three men were stopped at a red light at about 12:20 p.m. when their Honda Civic was rammed from behind, said Colleen Daly, Cook County assistant state's attorney.

Daly said Sliwinski made no attempt to stop. Her car pushed the Honda into the car in front of it, injuring two others, and a fourth vehicle received minor damage, the prosecutor said.

The Honda and Ford went airborne and flipped over, with one of the victims being ejected. The brakes in Sliwinski's car were functioning properly, Daly said.

The Cook County medical examiner's office Friday ruled the deaths homicides.

"She said she wanted to end it all when she ran into the back of the car," Daly said.

Cook County Circuit Court Judge Consuela Bedoya ordered that Sliwinski be held without bond Friday. She is under guard at the hospital.

Prosecutors may seek the death penalty, Daly said.

Cook County court records show Sliwinski pleaded guilty April 5, 1999, to retail theft and was sentenced to community service. On Jan. 21, 2000, she pleaded guilty to consuming alcohol as a minor and paid a $100 fine, records show.

Applebaum said grief counselors were helping Shure employees Friday.

"Some people who knew them had to leave work," said Applebaum, adding that customers also were upset and offering sympathy.

"The remarkable thing is how many people said they knew these people personally," he said.

Glick was a senior marketing specialist and had been with Shure since June 2001. Dahlquist was a senior technical writer who started with the company in October 2001. Meis started in December 1998 and was a customer service specialist.

Crawford said she was still in shock over the deaths.

"The three of them created an enormous amount of laughter and happiness in others' lives," she said. "They had a certain exuberance about life that is really hard to come by."

Dirty Sanchez
07-21-05, 09:53 AM
Read this in the Tribune over the weekend while up at Road America.

sad for all involved... but especially sad for fans of Silkworm. excellent band with an impressive discography. one of my favs over the last 15 odd years.

sucky way to go out :thumdown:

but...

http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0002VENOG.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg

nrc
07-21-05, 10:09 AM
Seeking the death penalty? Under the circumstances maybe life in prison would be more appropriate.

trauma1
07-21-05, 11:27 AM
saw the news the other day and they had it on here in wis, stupid bitch, and she speed up to hit them.

Fitti Fan
07-21-05, 11:32 AM
Saw this one too. Unbelievable.

rabbit
07-21-05, 11:55 AM
A former coworker was once hit head-on at 70 mph by a girl "trying to end it all." She walked away without a scratch. He spent six months in a hospital and went through a lengthy and painful rehab. :shakehead

CART T. Katz
07-21-05, 12:45 PM
there are better ways to kill yourself.

jump in the river.
jump in front of the train at dawn when visibility is sucky.
drive into lake michigan.
drop a toaster while in the bathtub.
attend a white sux game (:p i keed i keed)

i hope a civil case is also pending and the death penalty is taken immediately OFF the table.

tllips
07-21-05, 12:47 PM
I told my wife "If she really wanted to end it, she should have just driven into a concrete wall." :shakehead

G.
07-21-05, 01:18 PM
There's no way she'll get the death penalty.

Man the only thing worse than offing yourself (or trying to) is taking out others when you go. :flame:

KaBoom21
07-22-05, 03:10 PM
From producer/musician Steve Albini:


Chicago Reader - JULY 22 @ 2005)
letters to the editor

The Chicago musical community lost three great men on Thursday. Michael Dahlquist, John Glick, and Doug Meis were killed at an intersection in Skokie while on their lunch break from their day jobs. The outpouring of emotion from their friends and peers in the last few days is testament to what terrific guys they were. One of them, Dahlquist, was like a brother to me, as he was to a lot of people, and I wanted to say something publicly about him.

When I think of Michael Dahlquist, two images spring to mind. First, I imagine him drumming; he was a fantastic drummer. He played drums for Silkworm, a great band, and he played with titanic gusto. Arms swinging high overhead, knees hopping up to his chin, he played like he was trying to break the damn things. Next, I imagine him dancing, because he danced big, and he would do it anywhere. He danced like he played the drums, with a recklessness bounded not by modesty, but by concern for other people’s furniture. And his drums were huge. His special drum kit was a giant Slingerland from the swing era with a bass drum the size of a wagon wheel. He kept it in a pristine state of dilapidation, just as he found it, and this was his genius. His drums often resided at the studio where I work, and countless other drummers, intrigued by their immensity, would sit behind them and try to play them. Some famous, some greatly skilled, some merely curious, these pretenders all fell short. Like a demanding lover, this Stonehenge of drums would not yield to just anyone, but required the touch, the experience of her true mate to respond with affection. These drums sounded like **** when played by anyone other than Michael.

But Michael was an artist on them. He belonged to these drums in the same way they belonged to him. Michael made half a dozen of Silkworm’s albums on them, and he sounded like thunder. Michael Dahlquist was a big, beautiful guy. Tall and fit, everything about him was large. Huge hands, giant smile full of big teeth, riotous laugh, bold, friendly voice (bolder and friendlier if he’d had a couple or if you were a cute girl), and enormous heart. He wore his enormous heart on his sleeve—no, not on his sleeve. He was shirtless often enough. Sometimes pantless. He wore his heart instead of sleeves, like a frock coat. With the wrong sort of person, such a thing can be a drag. With a needy or petulant person, or someone who wants you to mark his every mood swing and spend your energy helping him get over them. That’s not what I mean. Michael had no swing in his mood. Michael was continuously aglow.

I’m going to try to explain something specific about Michael, so bear with me, because unless you’ve experienced it you might think I’m being coy here. Michael enjoyed literally everything that ever happened to him. Everything was a marvel to him—a moment of discovery, of novelty and insight to be celebrated with an openmouthed laugh. I mean everything. The best coffee, the shittiest gig, the cutest waitress, the worst hangover, the most awesome video store, the worst unrequited crush—all of it was worth discovering, laughing about, and genuinely reveling in. An unremarkable afternoon was worth reveling in because it was the most unremarkable afternoon, ever.

I am in a band, and my band played many shows with Silkworm. On a tour of western Canada (worst coffee ever) we witnessed the birth of a forest fire (most amazing natural disaster ever) from the parking lot of a hamburger stand that didn’t offer ice for its drinks (worst concession ever). Later, in Winnipeg, after both bands had played (most inappropriate crowd behavior ever), Michael disappeared with some filly (best crazy broad ever) and spent the night dancing at an impromptu speakeasy in a neighborhood apartment building. He returned while it was still dark to our flophouse accommodations (most tragic hotel ever), and shortly we all discovered that someone had set a dozen Dumpsters behind the hotel on fire, and that we might all be burned to death. That didn’t happen, so it was the best weird day on tour ever.

Michael died in the company of friends, Doug Meis and John Glick, and they died with him. I’m sad to say I didn’t know them well, because I know they were the best guys ever. The people who loved them say so, and because they were there with Michael, I know it’s true. How they died is unimportant. Tragic and stupid (they died because someone else’s death wish involved crashing her car into theirs), but unimportant. How Michael lived is what I want to remember: shirtless, raging, grinning, blissed out, hollering, dancing without propriety, rolling around in ecstasy with a lust for every moment like a puppy dog in a leaf pile.

Michael, I know you aren’t here to read this, but I’m saying it so I can tell everyone else, on the chance that you already knew it: I love you like a brother, and I wish I could be as embroiled in the moment (for one moment even) as thoroughly as you were every day you were alive.

Requiescat in pace, Mikey.
Salut!

Steve Albini
W. Belmont

Gnam
07-22-05, 03:37 PM
i hope a civil case is also pending and the death penalty is taken immediately OFF the table.
why? If she wants to die, and it makes me feel better...

spinner26
07-22-05, 04:43 PM
why? If she wants to die, and it makes me feel better...


Unless it's death by hanging or by fireing squad, the death penalty now a days is the easy way out. It is a lot cheaper than houseing these oxygen thieves for life but too easy.

Hey Chitowners:
was this band the type that would frequent an establishment like Deliliah's?

Dirty Sanchez
07-22-05, 05:00 PM
you lost me at the word type :rolleyes:

CART T. Katz
07-23-05, 01:01 AM
why? If she wants to die, and it makes me feel better...
exactly. she wants to die. i thought the point of incarceration was that you couldn't do what you wanted to do 99% of the time.