Tim "Diz" Davidson

Diz and our guide, Clive

I met Diz in 1980 and was never the same.  He is definitely a kindred spirit with a keen sense of adventure and exploration.  He and I went to go see the Clash in St. Louis, MO.  After a wild night of craziness, which included meeting Joe Strummer we awoke, high-fived and said let's go to New York City.  We heard that the Violent Femmes were going to be at the Danceteria and we were off. We made a slight detour to stop to visit my folks birthplace in Moundsville, W. Va. and then we were off again scorching across the Pennsylvania Turn Pike. When we drove into the city, a purple moon was setting over the skyline and there an eerie feeling in the air. We had a madcap four days taking it all in.  What a wild time.  I have the whole trip recorded on a cassette tape which chronicles our exploits.  The picture above is from out trip to Ambergris Caye, Belize, Central America . That's Diz in the glass and our guide that took us on an hour and a half boat ride in a sears john boat to Belize City to raise hell.  We spent a whole week in a stupor.  He took me scuba diving for my first time and we went down 110 feet.  What an intense experience.  I can still see him rollin' down the beach with a fifth a rum and a plethora of natives following us around. The last I heard he was somewhere in Florida. I'm sure that he's still the same--crazy!

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