I know a lot of folks have Dime-party stories. Unfortunately, I don't. My relationship with him was professional and centered around getting the best possible tone out of his guitar. Sometimes I'd work directly with him. Other times, I work together with him and a third party like Washburn or Kim Zide at Concrete or Nick Bowcott.
There was once a NAMM show in Anaheim, California. A few of us companies, Washburn, Dunlop, I can't remember who else, and Seymour Duncan flew Dime out to do meet and greet appearances at our respective booths. A signing schedule was drawn up and Seymour Duncan was late in the day. But the time Dime showed up at our booth, there was a long line of fans waiting for him. Unfortunately, he was too inebriated to sign, and he left many disappointed fans. Needless to say, I was also very disappointed. And frustrated. A couple of days later, he called me to apologize. He genuinely felt bad and embarrassed about the situation. He also proposed a idea to make it up. He was going to do a free Seymour Duncan clinic at Guitar Center in Arlington, Texas. At first, I was skeptical about the idea, but we supported it with merchandise and swag. Our local Texas sales rep showed up to make sure it went according to plan. According the rep, Dime as a real champ. He answered every question thoughtfully and did a great job representing the Seymour Duncan company. He also stayed and signed autographs for every kid, posed for photos, talked to parents, and stayed there way longer than the scheduled end time of the clinic. That was Darrell. He was always going the extra mile. And under his Cowboy from Hell exterior, he was a total gentleman.
Another thing I'll always remember about him is that whenever he'd leave me a voice mail message, he'd conclude with this little vocalization: kind of a swishing sound. It's hard to describe. But he'd always do it. It was like his sonic signature. I thought that was cool.