One of my favorite parts about Shawn was that he was one of the really dedicated people to the band. I can remember him asking me if could arrive in Atlanta early last year for the shows. The guy drove solo from PA to Atlanta in one day. He showed up at my apartment around 1am. It was mind blowing to see him be in such physical pain but at the same time so liberated by the music of Phish. He'd always be in the corner of the apartment while Scott and I are sitting on the couch just being super crazy, a small shit eating grin on his face as he watched us be mad. Despite his hearing, I think you could just tell the guy loved life and being in the moment in life.
The hotel debacle from NYE '10 is another great memory I have of hanging with Shawn. Having to scramble on the 31st of December to find lodging in Manhattan, after we were kicked out of one hotel. I'll never forget, the 180 of feeling so fucked to victory. We lucked out and pulled a room at the Hotel Penn for the 31st and 1st. After the paug brunch on the 1st, I remember meeting Shawn at a pub right by our hotel, and we had a beer while he was waiting on a bunch of people from phishposters to meet him. And again, despite his physical handicaps, it was this sort of zeal that I did come to admire about him. The man lived life as best he could, and overcoming all odds. I always had the utmost respect for him because as others have mentioned, he was a genuinely good human being with such a warm and caring heart.