A story about Dave White
Dave White is a kind, lovable, teddybear of a guy who likes to rock. I hear he makes great pancakes.
Dave White is a kind, lovable, teddybear of a guy who likes to rock. I hear he makes great pancakes.
He acknowledges the B-52’s as being musically influential party rock, rather than just a kitchy novelty act. He is absolutely correct in this assertion.
Makes me laugh, gives me rational opinions, no bullshit. Omaha all of a sudden is a better place for me because of friends like docmarvy. Wait, there is no one like docmarvy.
I want to stare into the dark heart of comic genius and come out the other side not only better for it, but smelling better as well.
I got to do a radio interview with him once and he did an impersonation of the famous Orson Welles peas radio commercial where he says something to the effect of “if you can explain to me how to read this the way you want I’ll go down on you.” He was brilliant and he’s done so many awesome voices. I bet he’d be a delight to enjoy cocktails with.
I’d like to workshop an idea for a script with her. It’s about a family of fire and brimstone preachers that are, by night, a gang of roving mass murderers. It’s a musical. Plus she makes me giggle.
I feel like comedically I’ve learned a lot from watching him. I’d like to just talk about the industry with him. Maybe pitch a script to him while he squirmed uncomfortably.
He’s the comedian’s friend and the Jewish Thomas Paine. Who wouldn’t want to split a knish with ‘im?