People sometimes dream. They dream of beautiful things, like making the world a better place, or loving someone just for being. It is the very nature of those things, being beautiful, that makes them so popular, and well respected. David had a dream. He dreamt of a world where musical talent had no bearing on music, and music was an expression of the heart, not of the hip-pocket. he dreamt that the fair go wouldn't be throw out the back window, that the world give it a rest because the writing's on the wall and love is a battlefield/sitting duck. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree and that's fine by me, cos too many cooks spoil the broth. He wanted to get by on his own merits and encourage gratuitous use of Cliché. His was a simple dream. Help him fulfil it.David Diacos 1990-2007
Rest In Peace
