“I am absolutely heartbroken. For those of us lucky enough to have known him, Adam radiated a contagious exuberance for life and also personified the very definition of a true friend. To say that he will be missed beyond words is an understatement. My heart goes out to his loved ones.”

- Mandy Moore speaks out about the death of her ex-boyfriend, DJ AM.

While Adam Goldstein was probably best known for his high-profile relationships with Mandy Moore and Nicole Richie, his passion was music and he was truly talented at what he did. It’s come to my attention that AM’s mixes may not be accessible or that well known by most, so a friend of AM’s sent me one of his Power 106 mixes (which is 120 minutes long in full) and I pulled a section of that and decided to post it here for those of you who are unfamiliar with exactly what kind of party he brought.

The music is eclectic, well-selected and blended to perfection. Sit back, listen and get a taste of why AM was loved by celebrities and average club-goers alike.

The photo above was snapped last night as model and DJ AM’s recent ex girlfriend Hayley Wood watched medics remove his body from his New York apartment. Some close to the pair are saying that it was their split that may have been AM’s breaking point on his road to stay sober.

The two broke up a few weeks ago when Hayley decided that it was over. AM was already in a fragile place and did not want the relationship to end. While he put on a brave front, throwing out the first pitch at a Mets game and fulfilling all of his work obligations, friends say that the weeks leading up to his death were clearly hard for him. AM was distant, started blowing people off, was hard to get in touch with, all things that were uncharacteristic.

Woods is just another person on a very long list of those who will remember and miss Adam Goldstein.

Molls has done a fantastic job of keeping everyone updated on the death of Adam Goldstein, aka DJ AM. I want to weigh in briefly. I know a lot of people are struggling to come to terms with his death right now. I’m one of them. I knew Adam. We weren’t by any means close, but our social circles overlapped when I lived in LA, and I had the pleasure of seeing him every now and again.

I know that in the coverage of his passing, the media is going to focus on the meth pipe in his apartment, and on the prescription drugs, and, of course, on the fact that he died of an overdose. We’ll have to cover the story as it breaks, because that’s what we do around here as a business.

But I want to take at least one post to focus on the man Adam was before this horrible, tragic relapse. He had been committed to sobriety for many years, and he took his recovery seriously. He was active in the recovery community, and he helped many drug addicts and alcoholics as they battled the relentless demons of addiction. This is a man who was out there saving lives every day. He took his own addiction seriously, and he took his own recovery seriously, and perhaps that’s why this is so frustrating for me today. It seems unfair that some people get to abuse drugs for years and years and years, never once trying to clean up their act, and they seem to live forever in spite of it. From what I’ve heard, Adam’s relapse was recent. He slipped and then he didn’t get much of a chance to get back up on his feet. His addiction just kind of swooped in out of nowhere and got him.

I hate the idea of him dying as an addict after all the years he fought and worked so hard to stay clean. I hate the idea that that is how the media might remember him. I hate him dying like this after surviving against such great odds, time and time again. It’s incredibly frustrating, and I’m sad and I’m angry. But I’m using the tiny little podium that I have to remind you guys that, although he ultimately lost the battle with addiction, he really did come at it with both guns blazing. Many others are clean and sober and alive today because of the impact Adam had on their lives. The man brought far more good and beauty into the world than his tragic death would indicate.

RIP, Adam. You are missed.

Can we talk about Facebook, Twitter and fate for a moment?

I’m working on about eight hours of sleep.  Eight hours of sleep over  a three-day period.  So, while I’m awake and annoyed by the cacophony of snoring around me, I stalk old boyfriends on Facebook.  I am relieved to say that I definitely dodged a couple of bullets in relation to conquests from my twenties.

Facebook was recently re-designed to look like a live-time cluster fuck stream of status updates.  Or, you know, Twitter.  Twitter-I’m not really sure why I participate.  I use it as a tool to drive a little traffic to my own paltry blog, but other than that, Twitter leaves me at a loss for words.  Now that I think of it, I reckon that is technology my family would be interested in patenting.  Anyway, where am I going with this?  I have no idea.  Oh, DJ AM.  So, I was on Twitter this morning, letting John Mayer know that his tweets are far too existential for a mindless social networking platform when I saw DJ AM update that he is flying to Miami tomorrow.

Let me be clear; I am not a huge believer of signs.  I believe that they exist and happen, but they have to be pretty significant before I can accept their presence and validity.  For example, I find pennies on the ground all the time.  I do not believe that they are confirmation that someone from heaven is thinking of me.  I believe they are confirmation that pennies do not get the same respect as, say, quarters.  I’m sick to tell you this, but I recently caught my brother throwing a few pennies away.  And yes, I did jump in my trash can and get them out.

However, let’s examine an example of a big sign that must be recognized:  You’ve been involved in two plane crashes.  One in which you were fifty percent of the survivor count, and another which produced no survivors that you were fortunate to cancel out of at the last minute.  DJ AM tweeted this morning that he’s flying to Miami tomorrow and he wants God to go first.  Dude, God is talking to you.  Loudly.  There is no subtlety here.  Listen to His message:  “Amtrak.”

And I don’t blame him one bit!

In his lawsuit against Learjet and others, DJ AM, real name Adam Goldstein, 35, is seeking a minimum $10 million for medical damages, lost earnings and profits, plus the same amount for mental and physical pain and suffering, for a total of at least $20 million, according to court papers filed Friday.

The defendants have denied any responsibility for the crash, the official cause of which is still under investigation …

Barker, DJ AM, Still’s mother and Baker’s widow have filed wrongful death lawsuits against various corporations they allege were responsible. Baker’s widow and DJ AM are also suing the estates of the two pilots.

DJ AM has spoken publicly about the lawsuit against the pilots, saying: “I would NEVER sue the deceased pilots’ estates or personal holdings. I am more than grateful that I survived this horrible accident and I’d never try to take anything from those that didn’t. Despite the misinterpretations of the lawsuit, this suit is against the insurance companies that insured the pilots. I’m not after Sarah’s or James’ personal estates nor their property. Everyone involved in this suit has suffered a great deal, and I would not do anything to make matters worse for the deceased family and friends.

He has yet to issue a statement about the Learjet lawsuit, and I doubt he will, as it’s not likely to cause the same sort of controversy as the lawsuit against the pilots’ estates.

When I posted two days ago about DJ AM cheating death again, you know-the story TMZ posted today as “breaking news”, a few commenters got on this whole “things happen in threes,” deal.  And you were right.

He cheated death once, last September.  The second close call was just a few weeks ago.  And I really consider his ex, Mandy Moore, marrying Ryan Adams yesterday as dodging a serious bullet.

So there you go!  He’s had his three brushes with death and now can go on to live a happy and healthy life.  Rejoice!