Remembering Scott Weiland for his music
Craig Lyndall
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Growing up, there was a stark musical divide between my older brother and me. I was into alternative music and grunge, and he listened to nothing but the Beatles and oldies. We’d fight over the radio in the car and make fun of each other’s taste in music.

Until “Big Bang Baby.”

For some reason, my brother became obsessed with that song. This was a guy who ONLY listened to the Everly Brothers and the Beach Boys and other 1960s era music, and suddenly he was blasting Stone Temple Pilots on repeat at maximum volume. It was a dramatic and strange transformation.

This one song led him to start listening to Nirvana, Pearl Jam and other modern-day music. He eventually became a fan of alternative music like me, and when he got to college he became a regular on Stone Temple Pilots message boards.

My brother and I have very different tastes in most things. He never misses a Packers game, I’m annoyed with most professional sports. He’s a comic book geek, I’m a Medium geek. He’s a Lutheran pastor, I work at a Catholic university.

But Scott Weiland gave us something in common.