Sam and I lost track of each other after the other Dirty Boys moved, but then in about 2002 we started The Sams together. We practiced in Sam's basement. Sam said he looked forward to practices all week. "It's what I live for," he said. I felt later like I had helped kill him. I was the one who said, "Let's take a break." Sam killed himself in that break. I can still hear myself say, "I don't feel musical right now."