David-Walley-Obituary

David Walley

New York, New York

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WALLEY-David. G. was an influential music critic and iconoclastic cultural historian, best known as the father of the contemporary rock and roll biography. Born 1945 in New Jersey, after graduating Rutgers in 1967 he became a columnist for Jazz and Pop magazine and the East Village Other and...

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I remember David as being a good writer, insightful in his analyses, dogged in his pursuit of the truth, and dedicated to the illumination of social issues. He also was a good and faithful friend. We shared a moment shortly before his passing. I miss him.

David
Roma and I were saddened to hear of your passing. We remember you as a good looking, vibrant young man.

We are sorry that you died at such a young age.

David was a great friend, a tireless mentor, and a man of rare spirit and intellect. Ethics and subversion, humor and pathos, humility and conviction -- he taught me an infinite amount about all of them. It is impossible to imagine life going on without him, but he will always be an inspiration to me.

David: most people do not realize how little rock critics and journalists are paid. You, like so many others, cared far too much for the music and the artists to let money stop you from doing your job. You brought dignity and professionalism to the craft of music criticism. I will miss the slight bobbing of your head to the rhythm and beat of a well-performed live presentation. And say hello to Frank, Ernie, Edie, Janis and all the GTO's. Your books are shelled on library stacks all over...

with fond memories is how we will remember you.
libby

We all remember you with great fondness and love. Admiration for the man that you were and the wonderful memories you brought into my life. Your humor in the face of reality will never be forgotten.

David,

I know you will like this, wherever you are. When I told you recently I was going to LA, you asked me to look up Duke's Luncheonette to see if it's still there. Well, I did, and it is, and I had a chicken salad sandwich on rye and a chocolate egg cream in your honor. I went back to the Alta Cienega Motel and sent you an email detailing my exploits. Then a few days later I ran into Jack Conklin, who told me you had died, and that you had done so just the day before I went to...

I will always remember you. Your thoughts abd words are a part of me know.
Love, Geli