My name is Molly. John Kale wasn't able to be here tonight and he is sent to note which is basically I think addressed to all of us. So much was shared with the boy I met some 48 years ago. No other person seemed to get me the same way. We got each other. He was worthy from the start, me with my strange, foreign accent that no one can understand. Lou didn't need me to slow down or re-explain my odds and texts or unrecognizable formation of words. He got me and I got him. Much will always be made of the band we formed together in my dingy little living room apartment. I'll leave those remarks for others. I prefer to consider how much I gained from my friendship with Lou. The rest of the world is not privy to. The dreams, ideas and plans we shared and to agree achieved. Much has been made of our differences but throughout it all we managed to remain attached. And we got with some of our differences. We never really drifted too far from what initially brought us together. I guess that's what real friendship is and I really miss my friend and my YouTube.