Missing you on Thanksgiving we see your empty chair-
Though life goes on and years may pass, still we miss you there.

Being reminded each year of the date Larry passed away is never easy. But notwithstanding my selfishness, his life, talents and contributions demand restating, as does the fact that he was taken from us far too soon. I really have no anecdote or story to share. I will save those for his B-Day celebrations. I will only acknowledge the dissonance I sense personally by the dichotomy of the sadness of his passing and my joy that he's in a better place. RIP Larry Greene.

Folk singer Cat Stevens once sang: "... you're only dancing on this earth for a short while". During Larry's relatively brief sojourn, he definitely touched and left an indelible impression on a lot of lives, including mine! Not only were his wit and talents unparalleled, but he was so much fun to be around. I still chuckle to myself often. 

Happy Birthday, old friend and RIP

Our celebration is different, but our love for you never changes. Happy heavenly birthday.

This website is aptly named. Larry will indeed be forever missed. But his spirit remains in our hearts, and sometimes emerges and momentarily envelops me like a thin veil of sadness, nostalgia and often times humor. Larry's special brand of humor, that was often so intellectually challenging and esoteric, he literally loses most folks. But often his jokes were simply childlike, plebeian schoolyard silliness. I miss it all. I miss Larry

My eyes may not see you, but my heart always feels you.

Larry would have been 63 years old on the 20th. At the risk of sounding platitudinous, he was closer than a brother to me. In the words of Paul Simon: "...long ago it must be; I have a photograph. Preserve your memories. They're all that's left you."

I smile because you’re my brother.
I laugh because there’s nothing you can do about it.

Happy Birthday 

Larry's untimely sojourn's end serves as an annual reminder of the fleeting, ephemeral and precious gift of life; and in my case, the gift of friendship. Take nothing for granted. 

You are forever in my thoughts, all these years later. Your memory is eternal. You are missed.

Another birthday that Larry and I must spend apart. Birthdays were always special for us, because our birthdays were so close together and we'd often celebrate them with kind of a combined blow out. 

Since college, 40+ years ago, most of our important milestones and significant events throughout our journey into maturity were contemporaneous: College auditions, acceptance into college,  losing our respective virginities (despite our typical veneer of macho bravado, we were both late bloomers in that regard!), and of course, saving enough to purchase new (used) cars.

He would tease me about my little British two seater rag top that constantly overheated during hellish SF Valley summers; and I would give back the derision after he purchased some unnamed beat to crap Ford clunker equipped with a horn that attempted to play "never on Sunday" and an engine block that got so hot it would glow red and you could literally light a cigarette on it. 

Good times; fun birthdays

I know he's partying in Heaven!!  Here's to you old friend! 

Today should have been so different.
Just know I'm thinking about you.
Celebrating you this side of Heaven.
Wishing you were here too.
Happy Birthday.

Larry
It's been six years since I heard the news of your untimely passing. While you're in a "better" place, our world has been left a little bit colder, a little emptier.
While I'm driving or watching TV, I often find myself chuckling aloud like a schoolboy, as one of our silly, edgy esoteric inside jokes flashes through my head. I reach for the phone, and realize there is no one with whom to share the laugh.

At the risk of coming off too lugubrious, I REALLY miss you man!

RIP my brother

I thought of you today.
But that was nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday.
And days before that too.
I think of you in silence.
I often speak your name.
Now all we have our memories.
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake.
With which we'll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
I have you in my heart.

Forever Missed.

"... if there's a rock & roll heaven, ya know they got a helluva BAND..." with you fronting the instrumentalists, wailing on your Selmer Mark VII through that reedy Level Aire metal mouthpiece, and that gut bustin' baritone voice!

Larry, your talent staggered my mind

Play on player.
Save a spot for me

Celebrating your birthday even though you're far away.
Flying in the sky with the Angels on High.

I recently had occasion to attend a meeting in the SF Valley and drove past Cal State Northridge. A veritable cascade of memories, songs, jokes and anecdotes flooded my mind, to the extent that it was impossible pay attention to whatever was being discussed at the meeting...

Larry's memory will be with me always; especially when I listen to 70s and 80s music! I can never take the songs and lyrics seriously because all I hear are Larry's song parodies and satire overlaid onto the music. Besides being a very gifted songwriter, he had this ability to think of alternate song lyrics on the fly that were both creative and cheeky, often with a clever play on words or subtle reference to something randy. 

He'd have me in stitches as we drove and drove with no real destination in mind, listening to 101 in one of his ill fated Chevy Vegas.  Why he would continue to attempt to resurrect used Vegas with a dollop of Bondo and a can of Motor-Medic still boggles the mind.

Larry enriched my life. I looked up to him. I miss him.

In Loving Memory

My heart has been left broken
Since the day you had to go
And the memories I treasure dearly
Are in the tears that still flow

You're in my thoughts everyday
And that's how it will always be
For you may be up in Heaven now
But you'll always be with me

If only I could have the chance
To see you face once more
or to hear your voice one final time
Just like it was before

The day that Heaven calls for me
Will be a relief from all this pain
I'll run to you with open arms
And we will meet again

When Larry and I were in college, we'd joke and laugh about getting "old". This year, we would have entered our 60s about two weeks apart. Without Larry and his wit, talent, and humor, my journey is just a little bit colder. He is often in my thoughts, and sometimes appears in wacky nonsensical dreams. 
To this day, I find myself attempting to emulate his speech, inflections, vocabulary and quick wit. I think there is absolutely nothing wrong with trying to fashion my communication skills after one of the most articulate individuals I've ever met. 
Here's to you on what would have been your 60th! Happy belated B-Day and RIP my friend!

God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put His arms around you
And whispered "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
As you slowly slipped away
And though we loved you dearly
We couldn't make you stay.
Your golden heart stopped beating
Your tired hands put to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.

I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
So I wrote your name in my heart,
and that’s where it will always stay.

We continue to cherish the memory of our nephew and godchild, Larry Greene.
Uncle Peter and Aunt Maxine Gomes

Brother
You gave no one a last farewell,
Nor ever said good-bye.
You were gone before we knew it,
and only God knows why.
A million times we miss you.
A million times we cry.
If love alone could have save you,
You never would have died.
In life we loved you dearly.
In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place,
no one else can fill.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you didn't go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.

Only a couple of weeks separate our birthdays. Year after year Larry would boast that he was my elder, especially when he turned 21 first!

He was closer than a brother and we "clicked" ever since we met while preparing for our first auditions in the dank, almost chthonic corridors of the Cal State Northridge practice rooms. Everyone was trying desperately to polish their shallow, sophomoric renditions of Brahms or Carl Maria Von Weber; when, cutting through the cacophony was one lone reedy tenor sax sound blowing JAZZ! I followed the sound and met Larry!!

Here's to you, my friend, on your B-Day! I ate a Fatburger and listened to Parliament "Atomic Dog" in your honor, and in remembrance of a simpler time... a good time

RIP

“Birthday Remembrance"
We think of him often. Miss him frequently. But today we celebrate his birth and mourn our loss – again. Pain and sorrow rise up once more as it will continue to do on “those special days”. 

Once more I celebrate his birth with song and sing to him in Heaven knowing in my heart the melody is as much a comfort to me as I hope it will be to all of you.

Many years ago I heard the most beautiful song that gave me the strength to carry on while I battled my own challenges. Today I sing that song in remembrance of him.

The Story of the Taurus and the Libra continues. In God’s name and in Larry’s memory, “Still I Rise”.

Still I Rise
Performed by Yolanda Adams

Shattered, but I'm not broken
Wounded, but time will heal
Heavy the load, the cross I bear
Lonely the road I trod, I dare
Shaken, but here I stand
Weary, Still I press on
Long are the nights, the tears I cry
Dark are the days, no sun in the sky, yes
Yet still I rise
Never to give up
Never to give in against all odds
Yet still I rise
High above the clouds
At times I feel low
Yet still I rise
Sometimes I'm troubled, but not in despair
Struggling, I make my way through
Trials, they come to make me strong
I must endure, I must hold on
Yet still I rise
Never to give up
Never to give in against all odds
Yet still I rise
High above the clouds
At times I feel low
Yet still I rise
Above all my problems
Above all my eyes can see
Knowing God is able to strengthen me
To strengthen me
Yet still I rise
Never to give up
Oh, Never to give in against all odds
Yet still I rise
High above the clouds
At times I feel low
Yet still I rise
I need to know which way to go
At times I feel low
Yet still I rise
.

Much Love,
The Greene Family.

Aw, Scott! I miss you, big brother! You were, and still are, an inspiration to me. And because of you, I've been introduced to a new friend and my new sister by choice.

I'm sure you're keeping them on their toes up there. I love you.

2 years... it seems impossible. We still feel the void. I think about you and Scott often. I can still imagine the look on his face and the ribbing he would give me about things going on in my life. Miss ya buddy.

As we remember Larry on the second anniversary of his passing I hope the words that I write will bring comfort to all of you all who knew two years ago and those of you just finding out.

I can only image that what we have known for two years and you have just found out has created an emotional rollercoaster.

As we remember the second anniversary of his passing this weekend find a moment to do something silly and you will hear Larry’s laugh and know he is with you always.
Reach out to me at any time you feel the need to share, reflect, laugh or cry for I am here for you today, tomorrow and always.

I feel your pain, loss and grieve that will be more prevalent some days more than others. I know that you will find a way every day for all the days of your life to continue to embrace life, live life and create lasting memories in his name and in his honor.

Find comfort in knowing that Larry's life has gone full circle, he is back in the arms of his mother protected, sheltered and loved and together they have found eternal life under the watchful eye of God.

Fortified by your memories that you and Larry created I am confident that in your darkest hours these memories will give you strength, peace and comfort and when the time comes and God calls you home there will be a reserved sign with your name next to your best friend whom you loved and loved you.

Be well, Be strong. Much Love.

The Greene Family

It's been two years to the day since Larry's premature passing. And even though I had discovered that he died only a few weeks ago, I still feel a tremendous emptiness, albeit for no other reason than I no longer have the luxury of simply picking up the phone and catching up; hearing his voice; laughing hysterically with him!

Similar to the words of John Donne:
"...If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were...."

With Larry's passing, WE are the less.

I'd imagine what many folks will remember about Larry (Scott) most is his unmistakable, inimitable, almost mellifluous baritone voice on the airwaves. Few may know that, in addition to his diction and presentation (among other talents), Larry was a musician and prolific song writer!  His creativity was astonishing.  I would listen agog as the ideas would flow. And like Antonio Salieri, I was honestly both impressed and a bit envious. Decades ago, I had the privilege of working with Larry to record some of his music. He penned such titles as:
"When I Go"
"Boys Town"
"I Came to Get It"
"(You Make Me) Nervous"

If memory serves, a little rock & roll ditty he called "Love Gun" started off:
"In the days of old Cupid shot with a bow and arrow
But his chances of hitting the mark, well they were slim and narrow.
Nowadays he has so much more fun
'cause he has the exclusive use of the love gun!"

CLASSIC! Sheer novelty poetry!

"... you don't know what you got 'til it's gone.."

Please save a seat for me, Larry

RIP Old Friend

I am just hearing about our tremendous loss; and inexcusably belated adding my remarks of sorrow and respect.
For a time, Larry (as I called him) was closer than a brother to me. We essentially launched each other over the promontory of adulthood, on a dare.
We made music together and shared virtually countless laughs and inside gags
Without a doubt one of the most intelligent and talented individuals I had ever met!
We eventually went in different directions; I chose to attempt to fit in with the the "titans of industry", and Larry stayed true to his ART. I both envied and admired him for that.

Ironically, Larry had been appearing in my dreams lately... for no reason. He was just there, laughing or deriding me like the old days. Those dreams inspired me to try and reach out to him. I should have done so a long time ago. I see that now. One never knows what lies around the bend.
Micheal said it best. Scott was truly: "...Born to amuse, to inspire, to delight..."

Gone too soon
Rest in peace ... my BEST friend

Birthday Remembrance

May 20, 2016


I pretend that I'm glad you went away,
No more tears and no more pain.
These four walls are closin' more every day
and I'm dying inside
and nobody knows it but me
like a clown I put on a show
The pain is real even if nobody knows
and I'm cryin' inside
and nobody knows it but me

I tried to say all
the things I needed to say
and then God came and took you away
Now my world is just a tumblin' down
I can say it so clearly
but you're nowhere around

I carry your smile when I'm broken in two
and I'm nobody without someone like you
I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me
I lie awake it's a quarter past three
I'm screamin' at night as if I thought
you'd hear me
Yeah my heart is callin' you
and nobody knows it but me

How blue can I get
You could ask my heart
but like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn
all apart
A million words couldn't say just how
I feel
A million years from now ya know
I'll be lovin' you still

The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
and I just keep thinkin that you'd be right by my side
and I'm missin' you
and nobody knows it but me

Excepts of Celebration of Scott Greene’s Life
By Kaci Christian

December 2, 2014) The life of Lawrence “Larry” Scott Greene was celebrated Saturday, November 22, 2014 in Chatsworth. Family, friends, fraternity brothers and radio broadcasting colleagues gathered to honor the memory of the man known as Scott Greene to thousands across the Southland. 


He then began a career in news broadcasting which lasted nearly 30 years. Scott had a deep, melodious, distinctive voice and an infectious laugh. He was well-liked by his colleagues who told stories of enjoying lots of laughter with Scott before, after and during the breaks between reports.
 

I first met Scott when we worked together at Metro in the early 2000s, and we became instant friends. He had a heart of gold beneath his hefty, gruff exterior and loved to laugh.

“I’d see him every morning when I came in to produce and write at Metro,” shared Sandy Wells, “and Scott would be coming off the overnight shift. He seemed so full of energy and always greeted me with a smile, even after a long night. We visited a few minutes every day. He’ll be missed.”

Alan Lee added, “Life is too short, you know? He was taken way too soon. Scott was a great guy.”

“We were collaborating on creating a couple of demos for talk show projects,” said Myk Price. “Sorry it didn't work out for us to make those together. Scott was an awesome friend with a terrific voice. He was very talented.”

One of his Lambda Chi Alpha fraternity brothers from CSUN, Rick Childs, said “I used to listen to him on the radio late at night. His voice would guide me with his traffic reports as I headed home along the 14 Freeway into the Antelope Valley. I always smiled to hear his voice, knowing he was in the car with me. I’ll miss him.”

Thank you to his colleagues from Metro Traffic: Cindy Burkey, Sandy Wells, Randy West, Heather Branch, Kaci Christian, Dawn Daniels Griffin, Liza Lake, Myk Price, Russell "Alan" Lee, Ken Jeffries for contributing to this article.

The entire article may be viewed by visiting www.laradio.com

We are deeply grateful for the kindness and compassion you extended to our family during this difficult time."

You have touched our hearts !

Thank You

The Greene Family

Life is but a stopping place.
A pause in what's to be.

A resting place along the road to sweet eternity.

We all have different journeys ,different paths along the way, we all were meant to learn some things, but never meant to stay.

Our destination is a place far greater than we know, for some , the journey's quicker, for some the journey's slow.

And when the journey finally ends, we'll claim a great reward.

And find an everlasting peace, together with the Lord.

We will always cherish the memories of our dear nephew and godchild, Larry Greene.

Your Uncle and Aunt Peter and Maxine Gomes

We all have our own special memories of time spent with you. Those thoughts and times will give us comfort. They will always be dear to our hearts.