Lamb of God frontman Randy Blythe posted some photos of his childhood friend Scott Phillips, and revealed an inspiring story about how Scott was a die-hard KISS fan when they were child.

Here’s the story:

“I spent the other day in the little town I grew up in for part of my childhood (most of the other part was in another tiny NC “town”- literally one traffic light & a general store.) I got to hangout with my childhood buddy, @scottphillips23851-

Scott was and is a KISS fanatic, as his T-shirt shows. When we were kids he built an entire KISS guitar rig out of cardboard- it was very impressive, but he has real gear now. Scott was waaaay into doing the music thing; now he has a band & can rip a guitar- I can barely pluck out a few chords. It’s funny to me– I never really dreamed of being in a band, it just sorta happened.

I always wanted to be a pro skater, but I was never good enough- that or a published author, which did wind up happening- but never a “rockstar” or anything like that. All I knew was is that I couldn’t wait to get out of that little town- I was too weird, & it was too slow, too quiet. Ironically, now that I’m older & have been literally around the world many times, I’m still weird but I LOVE slow & quiet.

I still enjoy traveling (esp. when there is good surf & photos involved), but for the most part I’m perfectly content being still & reading a good book, just like my childhood. When you grow up in a small town before (GASP!) the Internet really exists, you make your own entertainment.

Scott, my brothers, & I used to walk this railroad bridge over the Blackwater river all the time when we were kids- it’s abandoned now, but the trains still ran then– you had to be quick & alert. Watching the sun go down on this bridge, I could remember many beautiful aspects of my childhood that I was too impatient to notice at the time. @usatoday ran a story last month where they crunched some #’s & named Franklin as “the worst city to live in in VA.”

But when someone dies there, it’s HOURS in line at the funereal home to view the body & show respects, because the community comes out- can statistics show that? Community? Can they show dead-quiet peaceful evenings on the river? Are numbers the totality of a town’s character? No. I still have friends & family there- I DO NOT FORGET WHERE I COME FROM. #Leica #LeicaM10p”

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“Walking on the Past” Franklin, VA, 5.30.2019. I spent the other day in the little town I grew up in for part of my childhood (most of the other part was in another tiny NC “town”- literally one traffic light & a general store.) I got to hangout with my childhood buddy, @scottphillips23851- Scott was and is a KISS fanatic, as his T-shirt shows. When we were kids he built an entire KISS guitar rig out of cardboard- it was very impressive, but he has real gear now. Scott was waaaay into doing the music thing; now he has a band & can rip a guitar- I can barely pluck out a few chords. It’s funny to me– I never really dreamed of being in a band, it just sorta happened. I always wanted to be a pro skater, but I was never good enough- that or a published author, which did wind up happening- but never a “rockstar” or anything like that. All I knew was is that I couldn’t wait to get out of that little town- I was too weird, & it was too slow, too quiet. Ironically, now that I’m older & have been literally around the world many times, I’m still weird but I LOVE slow & quiet. I still enjoy traveling (esp. when there is good surf & photos involved), but for the most part I’m perfectly content being still & reading a good book, just like my childhood. When you grow up in a small town before (GASP!) the Internet really exists, you make your own entertainment. Scott, my brothers, & I used to walk this railroad bridge over the Blackwater river all the time when we were kids- it’s abandoned now, but the trains still ran then– you had to be quick & alert. Watching the sun go down on this bridge, I could remember many beautiful aspects of my childhood that I was too impatient to notice at the time. @usatoday ran a story last month where they crunched some #’s & named Franklin as “the worst city to live in in VA.” But when someone dies there, it’s HOURS in line at the funereal home to view the body & show respects, because the community comes out- can statistics show that? Community? Can they show dead-quiet peaceful evenings on the river? Are numbers the totality of a town’s character? No. I still have friends & family there- I DO NOT FORGET WHERE I COME FROM. #Leica #LeicaM10p

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