I worked at Chiat/Day since we were nothing but a sleazy office on Olympic Boulevard and our lunch consisted of whatever rodent was being offered that day off of the burrito cart in the parking lot, which, for some reason, makes me think of David Butler.
David. Dave. Davey. In all of my years at C/D, he was the nicest person I ever worked with (except for you, of course.)
There was a time in this business when the "long copy" ad ruled. By "long copy," I mean a strong graphic, a headline and then copy so brilliant it would blow your head off. David usually contributed the latter two.
I first got into advertising by a circuitous means, the whole flashback of which I will spare you. But even though I was starving in Spokane, WA, as a junior copywriter (there was no senior copywriter - hey, wait a minute, I was the ONLY copywriter!), I would pore over the issues of Communication Arts Magazine just to read the ads that were coming out of C/D, most of which were pouring out of the mind of David Butler. He was my hero. I wanted to work near him so bad I would be willing to bleed.
I ultimately got to work at C/D through a bit of stupid luck. (Bless you, Sharon Stanley.) And there, right down the hallway from my office, was David Butler. I mean this in all honesty, he is the most talented person with whom I have ever worked.
And now let's talk about where David got his talent. Some of it was inherited, for David Butler is the son of Dawes Butler, one of the most famous voice-over artists in history: Dawes Butler.
What is little known is that David's father was one of the great cartoon voice-overs in history. All that time we were growing up and listening to Yogi and Huckleberry Hound, we were actually listening to Dave's father, Dawes Butler.