Not the normal update though it is a sad and necessary one - On October 2nd, 2010, a core group of friends and loved ones lost a diamond - A super-cool cat who battled demons for most of his life. Steve Knoth was a warrior. This is but one of my memories.
I loved Steve, in that way that brothers do. I discovered the oddity of Knoth when I found myself beating the decks of BJHS for the first time. 7th grade can be rather terrifying but I found a coupla new friends pretty quick, Eddie King and Steve Knoth. Steve was blessed (or cursed) with a sardonic wit that fascinated me. I remember the first time I spent the night at his house, it was the stuff of pre-adolescent legend. He had this huge room (formerly his older bother's), he had HBO (wha?) he had Lennon, Morrison, The Stones, and KISS posters adorning the walls . . . Crazy for me and my sheltered upbringing. Steve's brother (Rick, the Ron Wood look-alike) was somewhere wreaking havoc and had left all of his records so it was hours of The Tubes, Stones, Syd Barrett era Floyd, Ramones, Beatles, NYC Dolls, the list goes on (and on and on). It was a seminal moment for me, a musical education, and I remember thinking, because of Rick, Steve's grown up with this treasure trove - He's miles ahead of me. We fake jammed (neither of us knew how to play), I had my VOX and Steve had his Electra, we plugged in and made horrible/beautiful noise . . . AND had a complete F'ing BALL. We were determined at that point to start our own band, which we fiddled with throughout Jr. High. I think we actually slept for maybe 2 hours that Friday/Saturday. To this day I think of that night fairly often . . . when I hear a certain song or inexplicably a picture of Steve's black-frame adorned mug appears in my head from nowhere. I had remained a friend of Steve's all the while I made Bloomington my home, through the Gallery (our favorite watering HOLE) or when I'd run into him doing a cleaning gig. We always shared an in-joke and always departed with a mutual twinkle in our eyes. Many a night over the ensuing years we stayed up till dawn sipping the nectar of the Gods and listening to our favorite music at an after hours, normally after a sweet Something Brother's show at the Gallery. Knoth was always GREAT company. Looking forward to that next jam-session in Valhalla, mon frere. I've always loved Steve, in the way that brothers do. - TB
For those on Facebook, please visit - the Steve Knoth - In Memoriam page