By Scott McMillion
Big Sky Journal
Arts Issue, 2006
The afternoon brought the blessing of a cool breeze that knocked away the urban mugginess and sent the airy seeds of cottonwood trees dancing through the shade. Thunderheads were flexing big muscles in the west, promising a drum song, but for the moment there was other music.
“The Day the Music Died”
Bozeman Daily Chronicle
April 14, 2005
Wayne Skertich was a builder by trade, but music was his passion. With it, he made friends around the world. With his fiddle and piano, his bass and guitar, he spread a lot of joy, lifted a lot of spirits.
On Saturday morning, at 2 a.m., after police had surrounded his home for 26 hours, after close friends and his wife had pleaded with him to come outside, he put his gun to his head and the music was over.