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Scott's first guitar was a hand-me-down SG-knockoff, with a history so sorted he was advised never to play it in public where he grew up, in Central Pennsylvania. After playing fraternity parties and the like in college, he retired for years to the more sedentary life of a 4-track hermit. Upon moving to Richmond, Scott was commandeered to play bass for Perfect Monday. Having no gear of his own, his new band mates loaned him a Peavey amp and "the Noble,"  a hand-me-down bass held together with duct tape and something that resembles either congealed sweat or half-digested cuticles. The band gave him a stern reminder that, because of the Noble's sorted history, he was not ever to play it in West Virginia...