In the summer of 2001, Scott Withakay was living in a barn out in Colton, Oregon. He was always covered in grease, and wearing as little as possible, except for his light blue Lee jeans which all were stained and had holes in the knees. All he did was work on the farm, fix his truck, and play his bass. One day he needed a new set of strings so he hopped into his rusty, old 1965 Ford pickup and headed out to buy a set. Sticking out like a sore thumb, this greasy guy walked to the accessories counter and asked for his usual set of DR bass strings. Uppon his way home, his truck broke down in the middle of a crossroad. The Devil appeared in a burst of flames and with a voice of thunder asked this young kid if he wanted to trade his sole for sucess, fame, and tallent. Skot just told the devil to go fuck himself, and became a talented musician anyway.