My Friend Dave, with the silent “J”
My friend Dave Ratajczak died last week. I didn’t know he’d been sick; in fact I haven’t seen him since a few years before I moved to LA, and that was more than a few years ago. He was one of those guys who, and I know you know the type, you say “oh yeah, Dave–great guy, great friend!” despite the fact that you haven’t really been in touch. Of course now I regret not having been in touch. When I arrived at Eastman back in the day, Dave was ‘the’ drummer. He was already an icon. He played with…