you want to know me.
so I question myself for you.
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Q: You're a weird guy, David. My first question is really four descriptions. First, describe a typical day in your life at age 5.
A: 5. That would be kindergarten. That would be Mrs. Johnson. I was the teacher's pet. I was a fuckin hot little tyke. And I could count to 100. Or at least the teacher had to stop me at 100. My favorite food was Golden Grahms. After school I'd read my Funk & Wagnells (or something like that) Encyclopedia. My mom would get them at Safeway. That or I'd read my astronomy book. I wanted to be a time traveller at age 5. I wore mostly sweatpants and sweatshirts, you know, cheap workout clothes. I'd often play my Atari. My favorite game was Pitfall. My favorite movie was Star Wars. We lived in Clovis and I wasn't allowed to go out much. Bad area of town.
Q: Now, a typical day at age 10.
A: That was a turbulent year. I started in Fresno, Mr. Wilson, 5th grade, at the gifted and talented school. I don't remember typical days that year. Certain I played a lot of Nintendo. Was in home schooling the second half of that year. Wrote a report on Adolf Hitler. Went sleding on trash can lids. Burned lots of things. Was really into fire that year. Milk was my favorite food. Started playing basketball more seriously. Played every afternoon out by the garage, on the gravel driveway.
Q: A typical day at age 15.
A: Rise at 5:45... or was it 5:45 that I caught the bus? Probably the latter. Free breakfast in the cafeteria, usually milk and what they called 'french toast sticks'. Sophomore year. The year I used my summer employment money to buy silk shirts and Goodwill slacks 6 sizes too big. Year I locked myself in the practice room during break and started playing piano when I wasn't playing basketball. Favorite food was bean burritos. When at home I'd usually play my keyboard with my headphones on. If not that, I'd be at Sierra Online playing games. Or going for a walk in the forest, but usually I'd only do that after dark.
Q: Finally, a typical day at age 20.
A: Again, no such thing as typical that year. It involved lots of Hollywood goth clubbing, Melrose Ave. walking, smoking clove cigarettes at coffee shops, waking at 6am to get to the free breakfast up by Hollywood and Vine. Middays, if not telemarketing, were spent sitting on Hollywood Ave. waiting for someone to give me change (but I'd never ask), or I'd be the library reading... hmm.. I think I must've still been into Philosophy that year, maybe even religious texts. Evenings were sometimes spent on Santa Monica hanging out with hookers, or eating donuts and drinking coffee. Favorite food was Dark Rum. Eventually my days and nights involved a much smaller town, poetry readings and dishwashing. I think I considered myself Buddhist the second part of that year. Wore foundation nearly every day that year. Typically beautiful and tragic.
Q: Ok. So, everybody daydreams. Do your current daydreams have a theme?
A: Yeah, the theme has always been the same, it's just that the actions taken to acheive that end changes. I'm always saving the world. Ever since I was 5, it's always been my belief that the world is in need of saving, and it's always my daydream that I single-handedly craft utopia. Utopia that everyone agrees with. Only recently has violence become one of the actions taken to acheive it.
Q: Your thoughts on sex, David?
A: I suppose it's more exciting if you keep it private, but I don't really care. Sex is one of those things that you get addicted to. If you've never had it, you're fine, you don't need it. Once you have it, you want it... you think you need it. After a couple years of not persuing it, you really are able to get over it. It's a biological pull, and not much more. It feels good because people wouldn't make babies if it didn't. Recognize that it is nothing more and you can start to do better things with your time... like answering your own questions in an interview on a journal that maybe a dozen people will ever read. There is no finding God or finding Love in sex. There is no secret happening that cannot be explained. It's a very primative way of communicating. I suppose if I can't think of anything to say to say, we could try fucking, but otherwise, I'm uninterested.
Q: One last question- Where do you see yourself musically in 10 years?
A: 2015? Hopefully I won't have to be pressing keys anymore. I want a brainjack. Think my musical landscapes, and have them play for other people to hear. Amplify my brainwaves- that's the real music. If my thoughts can project images to match my sounds, then that's better. The ultimate expression of individuality, and a shared medium with the steepest appreciation curve ever seen. You want to understand me, you want commune?- learn to like how my brain sounds, or learn to sync your brain with mine and watch, listen to, feel the result.
so I question myself for you.
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Q: You're a weird guy, David. My first question is really four descriptions. First, describe a typical day in your life at age 5.
A: 5. That would be kindergarten. That would be Mrs. Johnson. I was the teacher's pet. I was a fuckin hot little tyke. And I could count to 100. Or at least the teacher had to stop me at 100. My favorite food was Golden Grahms. After school I'd read my Funk & Wagnells (or something like that) Encyclopedia. My mom would get them at Safeway. That or I'd read my astronomy book. I wanted to be a time traveller at age 5. I wore mostly sweatpants and sweatshirts, you know, cheap workout clothes. I'd often play my Atari. My favorite game was Pitfall. My favorite movie was Star Wars. We lived in Clovis and I wasn't allowed to go out much. Bad area of town.
Q: Now, a typical day at age 10.
A: That was a turbulent year. I started in Fresno, Mr. Wilson, 5th grade, at the gifted and talented school. I don't remember typical days that year. Certain I played a lot of Nintendo. Was in home schooling the second half of that year. Wrote a report on Adolf Hitler. Went sleding on trash can lids. Burned lots of things. Was really into fire that year. Milk was my favorite food. Started playing basketball more seriously. Played every afternoon out by the garage, on the gravel driveway.
Q: A typical day at age 15.
A: Rise at 5:45... or was it 5:45 that I caught the bus? Probably the latter. Free breakfast in the cafeteria, usually milk and what they called 'french toast sticks'. Sophomore year. The year I used my summer employment money to buy silk shirts and Goodwill slacks 6 sizes too big. Year I locked myself in the practice room during break and started playing piano when I wasn't playing basketball. Favorite food was bean burritos. When at home I'd usually play my keyboard with my headphones on. If not that, I'd be at Sierra Online playing games. Or going for a walk in the forest, but usually I'd only do that after dark.
Q: Finally, a typical day at age 20.
A: Again, no such thing as typical that year. It involved lots of Hollywood goth clubbing, Melrose Ave. walking, smoking clove cigarettes at coffee shops, waking at 6am to get to the free breakfast up by Hollywood and Vine. Middays, if not telemarketing, were spent sitting on Hollywood Ave. waiting for someone to give me change (but I'd never ask), or I'd be the library reading... hmm.. I think I must've still been into Philosophy that year, maybe even religious texts. Evenings were sometimes spent on Santa Monica hanging out with hookers, or eating donuts and drinking coffee. Favorite food was Dark Rum. Eventually my days and nights involved a much smaller town, poetry readings and dishwashing. I think I considered myself Buddhist the second part of that year. Wore foundation nearly every day that year. Typically beautiful and tragic.
Q: Ok. So, everybody daydreams. Do your current daydreams have a theme?
A: Yeah, the theme has always been the same, it's just that the actions taken to acheive that end changes. I'm always saving the world. Ever since I was 5, it's always been my belief that the world is in need of saving, and it's always my daydream that I single-handedly craft utopia. Utopia that everyone agrees with. Only recently has violence become one of the actions taken to acheive it.
Q: Your thoughts on sex, David?
A: I suppose it's more exciting if you keep it private, but I don't really care. Sex is one of those things that you get addicted to. If you've never had it, you're fine, you don't need it. Once you have it, you want it... you think you need it. After a couple years of not persuing it, you really are able to get over it. It's a biological pull, and not much more. It feels good because people wouldn't make babies if it didn't. Recognize that it is nothing more and you can start to do better things with your time... like answering your own questions in an interview on a journal that maybe a dozen people will ever read. There is no finding God or finding Love in sex. There is no secret happening that cannot be explained. It's a very primative way of communicating. I suppose if I can't think of anything to say to say, we could try fucking, but otherwise, I'm uninterested.
Q: One last question- Where do you see yourself musically in 10 years?
A: 2015? Hopefully I won't have to be pressing keys anymore. I want a brainjack. Think my musical landscapes, and have them play for other people to hear. Amplify my brainwaves- that's the real music. If my thoughts can project images to match my sounds, then that's better. The ultimate expression of individuality, and a shared medium with the steepest appreciation curve ever seen. You want to understand me, you want commune?- learn to like how my brain sounds, or learn to sync your brain with mine and watch, listen to, feel the result.