My Brother Scott

  My brother Scott, a great brother, a good friend, a guy you
  could count on being there for you when you really needed him.
  A guy you could count on kicking your stupid butt if you
  strayed too far off the path of right and wrong, a guy who
  wasn't afraid to tell you what he really felt whether you
  wanted to hear it or not.

  Scott was a great musician.  He not only knew how to play the
  physical notes on his guitar, he also knew how to tell a story
  with his fingers and his playing.  Scott really knew the art of
  letting his music tell a story and making you feel something
  when you sat and listened to him play.  I remember he used to
  like to play really loud and obnoxious sometimes, and then
  other times he could play real quiet and gentle.

  I remember the first "Gig" we ever played together at Blue
  valley Middle school.  We played a Bachman Turner Overdrive
  song called "Let It Ride".  I remember being really nervous and
  wondering if I would screw up the middle drum part, Scott told
  me not to worry and that it would all be cool.  I believed him
  and we actually did a decent job of playing the song.

  I think my life changed that day and I actually knew who and
  what I wanted to be when I grew up.  I wanted to be a real
  musician like my brother Scott.  Although Scott and I can't
  play together anymore right now, I know Scott is the one who
  makes the radio play his favorite songs for me when he wants me
  to remember, when he lets me know that we will play again
  someday.  I do remember, how could I ever forget.

  I miss you bro.

  Steve