Dave looks like he's a little confused, maybe?

My Brother
DAVID DAMGAARD
Dave helps me write lyrics to many of my originals, so I thought I'd write a little bit about him here so you could get to know him a little better.

Dave is four years younger than me, which meant I got to beat him up a lot when we were kids. That all ended when he gave me a bloody nose, though, and I still have the blood because it dripped onto my "Rumours" album cover and I never cleaned it off.

Currently, Dave is married and he and his wife, Margie, a young son they named Cameron, and a little girl name Lauren. Lauren's a little too young to know if she has any musical skills, but Cam loves music and knows many songs by heart. He's also really into astronomy and wants to be an astronaut or a NASA engineer. I don't get to see them much, because they live in Wisconsin, but I try to make the best of it when we do.

Dave and I have never written a song together in the same room. In fact, every song Dave and I have collaborated on, we've done it through the mail. He'll mail me lyrics and I'll mail him cassette demos and somehow we come up with all this music.

Some of my favorite lyrics that Dave has penned are "Memories Of The Future," "When Only I Know," and "Dreams Of Children." If you own any of our music, you'll know what I'm talking about.

Dave, Margie and Cameron Dave doesn't play an instrument, but he did have a go at it. I remember in junior high he tried playing the trumpet. He never got past the squacking stage though, because he was too embarrassed, I think. He then picked up bass guitar, but instead of buying a bass, he decided to rent one, and when a couple of weeks would go by and he didn't play it, he got to feeling he was paying for nothing and so he took it back.

But I'll tell ya, this kid can write. He's got notebooks crammed full of the stuff he's written. And he usually writes in a freeform poetry style with all emphasis on what he has to say, and no emphasis on meter or rhyme. When he writes for me, I make him use meter and rhyme so I can make a song out of it. He gets back at me by twisting the rhyme schemes and giving me verses with short and long lines juxtaposed on purpose.