December 26, 2001- February 15, 2026
Blake Kevin-Harrison Dorman
A beam of joy and kindness for all who knew him
As a sport management senior at Texas A&M, a son, a brother, a DJ and a friend, Blake Kevin-Harrison Dorman was widely known for many reasons. Because of his career as a DJ on Northgate and his faith-born community, he was able to touch the lives of many his time at A&M, and the string that ties all of these encounters together is his genuine kindness and care for others.
“Your life was a bright energetic flame that lit up every room whether you’re behind the decks at Hurricane Harry’s,” Blake’s mother Dianne Dorman wrote in a tribute to him. “It wasn’t just a dance hall, it was a rite of passage for an Aggie where we truly saw you bloom whether it was DJing the perfect set, spinning a partner across the dance floor or showing off your sharp focus discipline on the competitive shooting range. That booth brought you out of your shell and opened the doors to your tribe—the kind of ‘ride or die’ friends I always hoped he’d find. I told him to look for the 3 a.m. friends instead of the 3 p.m. ones, and in that neon glow and pulse of the music, you found them. You moved through life with a rhythm all your own, a testament to the passionate, kind and driven person you were. He was the fun-loving uncle who adored his nieces and the steadfast son who acted as my protector, always looking out for me with a strength beyond his years.”
Many times on the way home from a gig, Blake would notice a student struggling to get home, and he would offer them a ride. According to Dianne, there are many testimonies to how Blake saved someone in a time of need.
“Blake’s life was a song of faith, service, strength and love,” Dianne said. “Though his time here was brief, the impact he made will echo for generations. He leaves behind a legacy of compassion, courage and Christ-centered living that will never be forgotten.”
This fierce love for his family was not restricted to his siblings, as he was known to be the “funcle” to his nieces, constantly bringing a wave of joy and love into their lives.
“He loved his nieces to death,” Dianne said. “He loved, you know, he loved his family, faith and friends and his music. His life revolved around all of them.”
As for his DJ career, Blake’s love for music started at a very young age, when he would get lost in song and attend many concerts with his mother.
“I mean, we, from the time he was young, hit him with his first concert,” Dianne said. “I think he was 2, you know, so we spent a lot of time going to concerts and music festivals and things like that. We spent, he spent, a lot of time seeing a lot of great bands and met a lot of great people.”
Blake was a man of many talents and passions. A beam of energy and joy, he could be found anywhere from Northgate to Declaration Church, but the impact his authentic care had on those around him is what has built his legacy, sometimes literally giving the shirt off of his back for the ones he loved.
“You’ve probably heard of having the kind of friends that would give you the shirt off their back,” Ethan Loggins, one of Blake’s closest friends, wrote in a tribute to him. “And that literally was Blake. We were headed to church one morning, and if any of you ever witnessed Blake’s driving, it was quite unique. I was trying to enjoy this cup of flaming hot coffee before we got there, and Blake did one of those NASCAR moves where the coffee goes from the cup to my shirt. After a few laughs and some colorful language, Blake took his shirt off and threw it at me while we were going down the highway. My hero.”
Although many qualities and memories can be attributed to him, the joy that Blake spread when he entered the life of everyone he encountered will hold strong as a steady and untainted legacy.
“Though the roll call for the absence came far too soon, I know that you were standing tall in the great Aggie reunion in the sky,” Dianne wrote. “My heart is shattered, yet it’s also bursting with pride to have been your mom. You lived, you loved and were loved beyond measure. To my son who has joined the ranks of the departed, when they call your name at Aggie Muster, I will whisper ‘Here.’ Rest in peace my sweet boy. You are forever young, forever cherished and forever my 12th Man.”