When I was but a wee lad (around 14 or 15) in the early '80s, I used to jam every Sunday with my best friend's father and his friends. These were a bunch of guys who had been professional musicians in the '60s, but who had given up playing to settle down and have "normal" lives (yeah, right!).
Because everyone else in the group was in their late 40's or early 50's, they referred to themselves as "geezers." Because the band played a lot of "blue-eyed soul" music (Steve Winwood, Traffic, Sanatana, Procol Harum, etc.), they started to call our little group the "Soulgeezers."
In the mid-'80s, my friend's father, Phil, died of a heart attack. Needless to say, this was the end of the Soulgeezers (the studio where we played was in his house). Phil had also been the bass player in my band "Asta," which also died along with him.
When the Internet came along, I decided to pay silent tribute to Phil and the terrific influence he'd had on me as a young musician by adopting the name of the Sunday jam-band as my username on music Web sites.
So, now, I am soulgeezer. And, everytime someone refers to that name, Phil's memory is preserved and tribute is paid for everything I owe him.
I miss Phil. He was a Hell of a guy.