Chip loved music. He would do anything to be where anyone wanted to just jam. Mostly he played bass and some guitar. Really, any instrument was his friend. He may not have been great at any but no one never equal his enthusiasm to learn them all. We were already good friends when The IDOLS formed and he quickly became our roadie. After all, many gig's we were borrowing his equipment anyway. I especially appreciated him at show's because I had a habit of breaking my drum heads; breaking sticks and cracking cymbals. And Chip was always there for us. Duct taping a drumhead even while I was still trying to use it, or fixing an amp that stopped working, he helped us in so many countless ways. But he was much more than a roadie. He was a true friend with a big heart and unlimited energy. If we needed a piece of band equipment he would lend us his. If he didn't have it he would try to get it for us. He just loved contributing in any way he could. Chip didn't care if he ever the leader of a pack. He just wanted everyone to be happy. He was loyal to friends and family and he gave from the heart. He was loved by his family My parents loved him. His friends loved him. I loved him. Everyone loved him. I'm sure, wherever he is now he's jamming with some friends. We all miss him.