To play the Drums at a good man's funeral.

Steve Jacobs died. He was a really good dude.
The first time I ever played drums was at Steve's place-Steve had a way of teaching, a way of correcting what you were doing without correcting you. Steve loved bringing people together, he was a gatherer of people, music, film, and ideas. I thank Steve for everything that he gave me and my family, for his wonderful friend ship and the attention he payed me as a small child- something too few adults are comfortable doing.

Steve's funeral was Saturday. His brother Doug (a great guy) and my dad spoke (it was a great speech) in the chapel. Then we all moved into the concert hall where we had our instruments- after Steve's funeral we jammed in the cultural hall. Our band was made up of 8 people- my dad, my mom, Pat Boyer Sr., Pat Boyer Jr., Myself, a man named Rick Anderson, and Steve's nephew Danny Jacobs- all musicians who had played with Steve, either in bands (Pat Sr., Rick, my parents) or just in Steve's room (Pat Jr., myself, Danny).
We played blues, and Steve would'a dug it.

I miss you Steve.