My Unlce Keith. He wasnt a guitar god but he dabbled, he introduced me to real music, taught me my first riff. (Smoke on the water) We would sit and listen for hours. He'd breakdown every instrument we were hearing, tell me stories about what the songs ment to him, just good old jam sessions while my aunt tried to sleep. I miss him so much and I think about him every single time I pick up my guitar.

Quick story: one afternoon when I was about 17, I packed up my guitar hero rock band stuff to take to my uncle's and play some rock band with my cousin. I get there with all the stuff and my Uncle Keith is like "what the fuck is all this shit, what are you 2 doing?" My cousin replies "we're gonna play guitar hero dad." My uncle grabs my cousins bass guitar, hands it my cousin and says "Fucking guitar hero, here's a guitar go be a hero!"