That's my name by birthright, although I had been weighing the pros and cons of adopting "Stack" as a stage name. That is what my friends often call me anyway. I thought it might look cool on album credits, gig programs, up in lights, on the Billboard top 40, etc. But then I thought, 'who the heck do I think I am...Sting?...Prince?' Maybe I can just combine my initials into some new never-seen-before symbol. Well, whatever happens, happens. If you want to call me "Dave", that's okay. And if I should come to be known as "Stack", then so be it. Just try to avoid calling me anything derogatory - at least to my face. Thank you!
I've always thought that I could sing. Even when I couldn't. Then, when I was 12, I had a crush on this girl at school. When I told her so, she didn't take it very well. You see, I wasn't a stud. In fact, I was just about the geekiest kid in my grade (not that I've changed much). I was the small, brainy, uncoordinated kid who was always picked last to be on the team. So, I needed something to make me instantly cool; something to make this chick dig me. And I thought, 'Wait a minute. I can SING!' I started fantasizing about having my own rock band and crashing the school talent show. I'd be up there like a seasoned rock icon, brimming with testosterone, and all the girls would fall in love with me!
Well, the talent show came and went. I didn't crash it. But I formed my first rock band when I was 14, and I've been singing "professionally" ever since. When I started to grow up, I realized that I wanted to sing more because of my love for music and entertaining, and less because of the attention I might get. Besides, I wasn't meeting any women through being a singer anyway. (Not even my wife!)
It was at Berklee College of Music in Boston where I first got into a cappella, and I made a home demo of some very experimental stuff. (I can make lots of funny noises - some simultaneously.) It evolved into the demo that I first sent to Deb. As for my role in the band, I am the anal-retentive one. A place for everything, and everything in its place - except my hair. I harp on every missed pitch, but my bandmates tolerate me. I go on endlessly sometimes about music theory, but my bandmates tolerate me. I go on endlessly sometimes, but my bandmates tolerate me. They tell me I'll have to ride in a trailer behind the Winnebago when we go on tour, but I know they're just teasing me.
That's it for now. Feel free to greet me as "Stack" at an upcoming gig. Maybe I'll tell you a story. I love to tell stories. Lord help you.
Or, why wait to meet me? I could always tell
you a story right here.
You can e-mail Stack at Stack@doowazoo.com.
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