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Playing with David Wm. Sims was always easy. I never had to worry about us being together in the song. And that sound. It was an unmistakable mix of growl and the bite of steel that makes me think of being held in the air fifty feet high with one of David’s bass strings whipping me back and forth. We had an easy relationship as a rhythm section. We listened to each other. David’s ability on the bass was fearless. He played things that were challenging and brutal, and he knew when to stay out of the way, to give another player some room. The first few years of playing live, often in clubs with inadequate stage monitors, we put an extension bass cabinet right next to the drums, so I could hear and feel the bass. If I could hear it, I was happy. I’d have Duane angle his amp so it was slicing the top of my head off, and David’s Dietz box was churning up my insides. I was in heaven, smashing through that to give them something strong to play on. When the first song of a set started, we were off, and the momentum and energy didn’t stop until the end of the show.

MAC McNEILLY