09/08/2024
I first met Dave Sweetapple in the summer of 1981. It was shortly before my 14th birthday, and I had a job delivering newspapers up and down the hills of the Battery in St John's. I had a stack of papers slung over my shoulder, and I was listening to the S*x Pistols' "Never Mind the Bo****ks" on a homemade cassette on my Walkman when I looked up and saw the coolest guy I'd ever seen walking towards me. He was wearing leather pants and a Clash t-shirt and it didn't seem possible that someone that cool could live in St John's. We started talking about music, and he said something along the lines of "If you like the S*x Pistols, then you should really check out these bands," and he rattled off a list of albums that formed the foundation of my musical education. Our 40+ year bond was formed right there and then. Fast-forward to the 1990s and early 2000s, we both found ourselves working in music distribution: me at Cargo and Caroline, and Dave with Surefire.
About a dozen years ago, when it was clear that music distribution was falling apart, we decided that all we could do was double down on a lifetime in music and start a label, so we did just that and named it Outer Battery, after the neighborhood where we both grew up. All those years later, Dave was still the coolest guy... My wife Emily would say that Dave had a way of talking that, in the moment, made you feel like you were the most important person in the world, and everyone who met him came away with that feeling. He was hands down the most charismatic person I have ever met, and I know that there are literally thousands of people around the world who are grieving like I am now.
The last time we spoke was over the weekend. He called on Saturday night, looking for subway directions to TV Eye in Brooklyn so he could see Negative Approach. I was out of town, in Montreal at the Osheaga festival, and the music was too loud to talk. Tug, my 11-year-old daughter, has become the world's biggest Green Day fan, so I texted him pictures of her at the show and he wrote back "Killer! That's so cool" genuinely thrilled that Tug was at a show, seeing a band she loved, and then off he went in the night to see Negative Approach, like it was 1981 all over again.
Words can't express how shocked and saddened I am, my heart goes out to Robin, Ches and Florence, our world just lost its brightest star.