When I first met Pete Ham, Swansea was a town struggling to become a city. We were only teenagers, products of post-war Wales, with all the changes that came with that era. Music was an integral part of those changes, and Swansea must have been, along with Liverpool, one of the most prolific towns for home-grown talent in Britain.

Pete Ham was lucky; he came from a close, caring family, who nurtured his love of music and, although wary of the pitfalls that could lay ahead of him, encouraged him to follow his dream. He wanted to be the best - guitarist, song-writer, musician, and person. Fortunately for him, he was all of these things, but I don't think he was ever satisfied with his achievements and always strived for more.

He was one of the most wonderful people I have ever met, the brother I would love to have had, the friend and confidante who never let me down. He was also a complete joker, who would play practical jokes constantly, and forever the tease. Pete was also truly sensitive, without the cynical streak which was needed to survive in the world he had chosen. He would have been embarrassed by this celebration of his too-short life, but proud that his beloved Swansea has honoured him so. I miss him still.