Each time I take a look at social media there seems to be a little bit of my history and yours gone.
David Bowie, Harper Lee, René Angélil,
Stan Shatkowski, Sherry Park.
Near to us, dear to us. People we have never met, but we admire for reasons we some times cannot identify.
One of our own lost a family member this week in his father in law. And like so many before, the battle was valiantly fought.
We will all collect our pass card at some point. At a memorial service I attended last week, the presiding pastor pointed out that your ticket to heaven is like a prize to a destination, it is waiting for you at the radio station.
Some people are just in a bigger hurry to collect that prize that is waiting at reception.
WOW, that puts a lot of pressure on this blogger’s business!
This weekend someone that so many of us knew claimed his ticket. But this individual was the man with all the tickets.
Every ticketed event on this planet; this WAS YOUR GUY! Or at least he would try.
A company that grew over the years, a name that households knew.
You travelled to concerts, you loaded up on buses to go watch football, hockey, skating.
Painting your face started on these trips. Making signs, carrying flags, blowing flames out the top of your head. Parading down streets en mass, singing songs. Buses upon buses travelling to one beat.
David Ash passed away this weekend. And the world of entertainment just got a bit quieter with his absence.
He has lifelong friends from the adventures that he was the pied piper of. One of those buddies had passed along Dave’s grave condition to me just Friday night.
I was planning on a visit with Dave on Sunday, but before I was going to visit I wanted to find some photos. The ones I always stumble upon are those from 1989’s Western Final to Edmonton.
Bull-horn in hand, the Flame right there in the front row. We had the Saskatchewan Flag and face painting in the hotel lobby.
Our buses loaded up and ready to roll to Edmonton. Stopped in Lloydminster for booze and something to eat! Including a bunch of us going to the bar/strip joint. Then waiting along the highway for the bus to pick us up!
We stayed at some less than handsome hotels, but it was about the adventure.
I think we all have DASH TOUR stories.
From the early days of rolling into McMahon Stadium by train or bus; flying to concerts or games in aircraft you were wedged into, those early Dash Tour days are legendary. The crude idea of taking people all over to have a good time! And a good time we had.
Relationships were forged on those trips! Some unlikely unions and lifelong friendships too! But through it all it was just plain fun. Yes, some people ended up being arrested or left behind because they were too drunk or something! But generally we all travelled like a big family!
Upon hearing the news of David’s passing Sunday, my sister said to me, “Dave is just one of those guys you thought would always be there.”. And it is true.
When I worked in Alberta I would get a call from him about promoting an event, would it work in our market.
If you ran into him anywhere and you were a friend, a client of the business or you just wanted a picture – he was always listening and processing the info, probably looking for the next angle!
There will be thousands and thousands of David Ash stories out there. Way too many for me to even start here, because it would open up a whole new blog site. David Ash Tour Stories.
Whether there is a FAN PARADE in his honor on Friday, a SKY of BLUE SEA of GREEN sign in the front row, a ceremonial “torch up” by long time friend, Sandy Monteith (the Flame) or a rousing sing-a-long of Green is the Color, there is no doubt in mine mind that David will have the best seat in the house.
David, are you sitting near “Rainbow Man” who’ll be holding that JOHN 3:16 sign.
Our Man Up Stairs has the ultimate sales guy working for him now. There will be some clever negotiations in destination packages for some great Rock N Roll Heaven shows, and some amazing Hall of Fame games too.
There will never be another person quiet like Dave.