Didn't I hear this guy's muzak on an airplane once? Didn't he do the christmas mall world tour?

I heard this frickin freak on the radio once talking about drinking tons of beer and running his synth through wah-wah pedals and distortion boxes and turning it all up to 11; all in the same breath preachin some serious political freedom gathering anti-government ass whoopin' linquistic mumbojumbo mojo.

Yes, I did a two week stint at the mall and made $3000. I did it for the money, so I guess that means I sold out. You might have heard my music in an airplane cause I did some stupid video and TV commercials, and some stuff for United Airlines in the 90's, and some idiotic PBS civil war series. As for the political freedom talk on the radio, that was probably me, but turning my amp up to 11?? You got me confused with Spinal Tap, cause my amp only goes up to 10. I want to get one of those 11 amps though cause I could use the extra notch of volume on the big gigs.

I hear dave's got an extra notch of 11 somewhere else. C'mon girls, share some stories

David always has a drink in his hand and an eye on the cross. An interesting mix of devil and dialogue, Crowley and Christ, rolling and rock-hard, cheesy balladere and angry angst ridden rebel, business man and blockhead; all in all a duality of diabolical demonic demographics doused in dysfunction.

David's a master of reality and his instrument. I hear his hands and hips following close behind despite the stray bullets that smear the walls of distant moonbeam cavernous lubracations. Somewhere in the midst of his excerpts, I hear a sigh. Maybe it's the boo he's writing or the epic sci-fi love song he wrote for me. The squirms of a few dozen raving lunatics calls David's name to lead them onward; no pun intended.