dear fragrant

thanks so much for the disco mix tape. i know i promised one for you in return but i flail. im so sorry.

how are you??

i did rock out to the sweet tunes, i love the wah wah and the blaxploitation classics that brought me back to yesteryear.

i went past the wiltern this morning and can you believe it, people were lining up to see your boy dave at 8am!

i promised myself that once i got my new camera i would take pictures of these people and put it on a site called, but once again, my ideas never match up to my follow through. its sad. it really is.

also, before i forget, thank you for the chocolate tort that you sent my mom. she thinks youre the best!

how did you remember her birthday?

oh you.

im not entirely sure what im doing tomorrow night. tonight i definately have to do laundry. im down to my Iron Maiden Killers tshirt and my holey jeans.

seriously i have no underwear thats clean, nor socks, so today i wore my swim trunks as underwear and flip flops.

its quite a sight.

anyhow, i would love to go with you tomorrow night to the show, but i think my old girlfriend wants to take me to the movies, but since you asked first, i will wait on your reply.

how good are the seats?

normally i would ask about backstage, but im so done with the backstage scene. although the celeb sighting would be interesting.

ok, backstage?

i suck. i know. god i want to get drunk too. last time i got drunk there and this girl i barely knew took advantage of me. it was pretty hot.

last night i was pretty tipsy. walking around in the sunlight with crazy street fair madness happening will do that to you. plus i was mixing booze: sangria, dark beer, light beer, shots, back to the sangria.

sometimes i wish you drank, but its good to know someone who can drive home.

anyways, tell me about tomorrow. i havent even heard the cd. does he do covers live? oldies?

does he take requests?

id like to hear an erasure number.

id give him $20 to do “chains of love.”

hell, id give him $50 to do “lucky” by your girl britney who wont stop calling me. but i told her last week that i wasnt going to be second in line after that my so called life pretty boy. and she thought i was bluffing, but i dont bluff.

give my best to the stalkers,


floor pie + bing + gorilla mask

i am in the greatest mood.

i think i know why but im not sure.

even the slowness of the bus arriving this morning didnt bring me down.

even the lady who wanted to rub her arm against my arm on the bus didnt bring me down.

even the hundred emails waiting for me in my in box here at the xbi didnt bring me down.

its gorgeous here in southern california.

its so nice i want to write a letter.

dear prospective employer,


please hire me.

tomorrow im going to have to get a bus pass for the month of september.

please make it the last bus pass that i have to get this year.

please hire me and take me away from all this.

i swear to you. i SWEAR that i will work my ass off and do everything to make your company stronger and healthier and even more successful.

lets make this the biggest win-win in the history of rock n roll.

lets blaze a trail of happiness across this fine nation and make all the pretty girls wave their hands.

lets do things the way they should be done. lets start now. lets start today.

lets make a new covenant of truth and honesty and idealism and fun. lets show people that you can do things like this and make it easy and make it funky and be on time and deliver the goods and meet the demand and sign it and seal it and deal it.

ive been waiting and waiting and waiting and i want to ask if i have to wait until christmas but i dont even want to think that because ive been waiting all summer, ive been waiting forever. ive been waiting weeks just to see whats going on and that wait is killing me.

im giddy today for no reason. im happy today because im a happy camper. im satisfied from the beer and bratwurst and chicken on a stick. im satisfied because the ladies in the house squint when they see me and give me the benefit of the doubt and they call me and they come over and they make good on their whispers and say the nicest things when its over.

i know what its like to sit in the minor leagues and tear it up in waukegan and iowa falls and modesto.

call me up.

lets start something historic and glorious and goundbreaking and nerdy.

otherwise im just going to take all the good vibes in me right now and run as fast as i can across the world.

your favorite crime fighter,


midnight magicka + allison + kenneth cowan + blue cad