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Man, oh man. Sometimes, we would communicate with each other by just making noises. No words. No words needed. David Yow and I just understood each other, on a large scale, and down to a microlevel. I have seen more unusual things whilst in the presence of this man than most would experience in a lifetime. A most generous soul, he is a true individual, a character, and a lunatic. No one else could have done what he did as the singer in this band. I have no idea what it’s like to try singing a song while being manhandled by a crowd, flipping over and over, with hands in your face, being pushed and pulled in a hundred directions. David knows what that’s like. He did it countless times with fanfare and class. I felt the most compassion for him at the end of our set, when we were in our dressing room, both of us covered in sweat. I would look over to see him, usually bleeding from a few places, with a look on his face that was pure exhaustion. He had given everything for the performance. It didn’t matter where the show was. You were going to get your money’s worth, even if you didn’t like the band.

MAC McNEILLY