What I'm working on...notes for the next Davezine...

Maybe I'm aiming for that kind of Cometbus vibe where I'm non-specific and philosophical when I talk about my past...


In high school I fell in with some guys that changed my life. We formed a band, watched it fall apart, formed another band, who played for a little while and then was done and then we went our separate ways and yet still stayed friends. And later in that life when we were all a little bit older, we got back together and did one last show for a crowd of people who had never had the chance to see us while we were “playing out.” And it was all I needed to realize how much I missed the whole thing.

This was the year 2000.

I’ve been writing forever. But as we do not live in a society where poets have much influence, I found another way to express myself through my words and occupying a stage to command attention: through music.
There was just one problem: I wasn’t a musician.

Sure, I could play the drums, the trumpet, and maybe I could carry a tune and can KIND OF play by ear…but I was not a musician.
But I am still a performer. I just wasn’t sure how.

It was about this time that my brother moved into my house on Maryland Avenue with a big pile of crap, on the top of which was my destiny….