Gah, what am I supposed to say here? Firstly, I'm so glad this thing is back. It's how I met Dave and, of course, most of you other cunts. Dave is one of only two people who I remember the exact first time I first met them. It was at a Rolling Dog gig and Jaye (of forum past) said 'oh that's rudi'. He had a pony tail and was wearing an awful jacket. He said to me 'oh, you're older than all that lot, that explains your ability to punctuate.'
We soon started hanging out and found we had much more in common than either of us could imagine. In fact we regular still laughed about the fact that we both disagreed on the same things for the same reasons, (Best Public Enemy album - Dave: Nation of Millions, Me: Black Planet; Favourite Beatles Song - Dave: Various, at the last count Baby You're a Rich Man, Me: Various, at last count Here Comes the Sun; Favourite NFL Team - Dave: Green Bay, Me: Chicago etc etc) and that either of us could happily make an argument for the other's choice. We hung out, we drank like champions and we suddenly found ourselves being best friends. From there I was lucky enough to work with him musically as he produced the last couple of DEM records, and also of course, in Arachnotaur, which he joined because he found the idea as hilarious as me but whose album he always claimed was his proudest moment in music - he really fucking loved that album.
I honestly feel like I've lost an arm or something. Dave was (and still is, morbidly) the first name in my phonebook favourites, he's still top of my facebook friends, he was always the first person I'd speak to about literally everything: gigs, sports, stupid ideas we'd had, videos we'd found on YouTube, something stupid someone else had said, somthing we'd seen on tele or whether we were heartbroken or depressed or just fucking drunk. One of my funniest memories, or lack of, was when I was in Hannover for work. I'd recently split up from an ill-fated hilario-relatonship and I'd drunk myself into oblivion by myself. I didn't know where I was and so I called Dave from Germany and he navigated me home using Google Street View. 'Can you see the big fuck off blue building? Yeah? You're going the wrong way, turn around you fucking nob'
I feel honoured to have been so close to the guy, even if it was for a relatively short period of time and he's had a profound effect on how I view the world and how I go through life. I'll always think to myself: What would Dave do? The answer will always be: Here, have some more whiskey. In other news, I look forward to using the phrase 'it's what he would have wanted' to get away with some truly awful shit in the future.