"Hey Wolrich. If I ever cut a funk album, it'll be called Trance-sylvania, no I mean Dance-sylvania."
Davide tells a story about one of his many adventures in Manhattan singles bars, in an instant message from November of 2003:
"This girl kissed me at a bar last night. I was drunk and tired. But not too tired to feel her up. Damn. Then she writes down her number on a piece of paper and I swallowed it. Made her really mad."
Our thanks to Davide's friend Alison for this touching memory.
