Hey, this is Dave "lucky" Luetkenhoelter. (pronounced loot-ken-hole-ter). Well, I was born in Medford, Oregon on December 18th, 1982. Hence the tattoo on my right arm. I was born a very small child. Unable to speak, walk or eat on my own, I needed a lot of care for nearly the first two years of my life. Sad, I know. :) Ok, I'm done being funny. Now, I will give you all the important stuff.

Like I said, born on the best coast and spent most of my childhood there, I was always in to music. I remember rocking out to "Huey Lewis and the News." I was three and I would grab a set of lincoln logs (my drumsticks) and as many tupperware containers (my drums) as I could find. It would take longer than a couple years for my pops to buy me a set of real sticks and a practice pad. Smart guy, I wouldn't give a five year old a real drum either. He also set me up with my first drum lesson later that week. He pretty much let me run with it.

It wasn't long before I was playing with other musicians and entering drum competitions. I did my first public performance when I was 8 years old for the opening of our town's jazz festival. It was televised and I played a written drum solo, doubling what my instructor was playing. that performance led to the offer to sit in with the bands that would be performing at the festival. That ended up being my second public performance and I'm sure there is a great picture of me floating around somewhere looking like an idiot and scared out of my mind. I was told that my face was as pale as a ghost. I couldn't eat anything for like two days leading up to it. When I was ten, I entered a college level competition where I had to sight read music on a snare drum. I was fortunate to take second under a university music student.

I continued to play the drums as long as I could until junior high, when I was diagnosed with carpal tunnel in both wrists. Doc's orders were to stay off the drums and eat a bunch of vitamins. I was getting to the point where I couldn't play for longer that ten minutes before my hands would get numb and I would be unable to even hold my sticks. So, naturally, I began to play less and less as I continued into high school. by my junior year I had pretty much dropped drums and had started fiddling around with bass. Nothing serious, just enough to keep up with music. up until that point I was already learning piano, guitar, tuba and a buddy taught me scales on the trombone. Bass was the only instrument other than drums, that I really wanted to learn. When I finally got serious about learning bass I started with the upright. My buddies, Dave Martin and Phil Tappan, along with myself, started a jazz combo known as the "cold cut trio." named for the oh so tasty sandwich at subway. I would, however, be wasting my time if I didn't give props to Justin Joyner. He, along with the cold cut trio, would team up for shows under various band names and pull a turnout of 300-500 people every time we played, that was such a blast.

-I can feel myself leaving out a lot of info, Let me back track a bit.-

At the beginning of my sophomore year my family decided to visit Israel with our church. We were thinking about moving and might not get the chance again. Well, we went to Israel and it was awesome. We then moved from Southern Oregon to Saratoga, New York. 3200 miles or something like that, ask me about it later. So, I'm in New York rocking these local cafe's and city-style festivals with the cold cut boys. I'm playing bass full time and left my first love, the drums. Lucky for me, Jeff was still busy hitting the crap out of the skins back in Oregon for me. Thanx to Jeff for not letting the flame die.

Once high school ended I took a small break from music to pursue mission work with YWAM overseas. I did my schooling in Honolulu with one of my all time best friends, Mike Watson. He likes to go by Michael but lets be serious, Michael??? We're not adults yet. Maybe when you grow up Mike. He and I split for our outreach missions. Mike went to Thailand and I did four days in Thailand and then a few months in India. During that time I got a buzz from Jeff Gilbert aka "the natural." He and his bro had just hit the road to tour their first seven places record. We joked about how if I wasn't in India, I could come out and play bass for them. funny. when I returned home to New York, I was welcomed with a youth pastoring position at our church, a full time construction job with one of the best bosses I ever had (much love to Bill Moreau) and part time fire fighting. Busy, busy, busy. Don't ask me how I had time, I didn't. I only had time to rip out the gas lines in my apartment with my roommate Dave Cohen in an attempt to hook up the house gas to our grill on the porch. Good story. Ask me for details.

Ok, a quick side note. I love chocolate chip cookies. So if you think of it, bake me some and bring them to a show so I can eat them please. Thanx.

Back to the story. I was working my tail off and driving a jeep that God himself told me not to buy. No joke. He told me and I didn't listen. I was headed home from my cousins house when, once again this car started acting up. I got out and prayed saying something along the lines of, "I know I wasn't supposed to get this truck so if you want it back, just take it." five minutes later I was watching it burn on the side of the road and my guys from the fire department came to put it out. And that is how my third car burnt to the ground. Just like the previous two. Again, a good story. No time for all of these.

When I got home from talking with the fire chief and county sheriff, I had a message from the seven places boys asking me to join the band. I checked with my pastor and got his blessing to go and then went to my boss and gave him my months notice. That Christmas I left to be on the first rock tour of my life. Jeff and I wreaked havoc in that van and I'm pretty sure we shortened the lives of our band mates by just a little. not a lot, just a little. That was one of the best learning experiences of my life. Llate that year, in October, I met my wife for the first time in a grungy little club called "The Door" in Dallas, Texas. fireworks, trumpets and angels singing. I knew she was it. Seven places ended in November 2004, marking just under a year for me with the band and one album under my belt (Hear us say Jesus). It was only a couple months before I got the call from Jon Micah aka "jimmy poison" of the famous band Kutless, asking me to sit in for a few shows. Well, as you can see, I refused to leave and now they're stuck with me, forever.

Now, I've got a beautiful wife and a loving dog named doc Holliday. I just got to move into my first home and I'm surrounded by a loving band and church in Portland, Oregon. When I'm home, you might find me rock climbing, kayaking, camping, or maybe just talking about going, until I run out of time to actually go and then have to leave for another show. I love my God, my family, my life and YOU fans for your support. Thank you, even if you gave up reading this two sentences in.

God Bless
- Lucky