Alexplorer Goes Time Traveling...

If you're just joining this series already in progress, then it means you don't have a time machine, so here's the short version: Every Tuesday (your present), I come back from my adventures time-traveling around MySpace and fill you in on what happened to people from my past as they keep slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future.

Ah, here's one now...



MegaDave

Then:
I knew Dave (yes, his real name) in high school and, later, in college.  There was a transformation somewhere in there in which he went from being fairly straight-laced and uptight to becoming a metal-loving graphic design major who called himself MegaDave.  He liked thrash metal in general and (obviously) Megadeth in particular.  Having full access to the skills and tools of the graphic design department, he went so far as to have a hat and jacket patch made up of "MegaDave" written in the font of his favorite band's standard logo.

On Thursday nights, Dave and I used to go to this so-called gay bar called Argons.  It really wasn't a gay bar, but it was the one place in town that played electronic music, so that was where all the European kids, the goths, and the gay guys would go (Yes, those are largely overlapping demographics, I know).  Dave was straight, so I never understood his attraction to this place though, given his rather narrow musical tastes.  I knew his cd collection fairly well since I borrowed from it to annoy my Top 40 and country music-loving frat boy neighbors periodically.

Most of the crowd at Argons would be dancing out on the floor or watching the weird footage on the monitors around the place that the various artsy types had compiled from independent films and stock footage.  Dave would do neither.  He would stand in one corner and just thrash to the techno music like he was at a metal show.

I was like, "Dave, what's up with the thrashing?"

He said, "Well, Metallica is like this: [affecting a pseudo-distorted tone as he thrashed] Chugga-chugga-hugga-bzzzzz... Chugga-chugga-chugga-byeaaaaa!"

He stopped thrashing and continued, "And then techno is like this: [resuming his thrashing but with a slightly different version of synthesized distortion] Chugga-chugga-chugga-bzzzzz... Chugga-chugga-chugga-byeaaaaa..."

Dave definitely had a point, and he probably missed his calling as a record producer.  Genres just couldn't contain him.
 
High school Dave... transformed into MegaDave!


Now:
Still doing the graphic design thing, though Katrina shuffled his life around a bit.  As I understand it, he ended up moving around on account of Katrina destroying his office.  He had a MySpace, but it has since disappeared, so maybe he got married.  Who knows?

Hypothetical letter I'll probably never send to him:
Dave,

Please cease and desist from using the name MegaDave as there can be only One True Dave.

-Legal council for Dave Mustane, lead guitarist, lead vocalist, chief songwriter for Megadeth.

p.s. The band thanks you for your support.


Copyright 2007 Ale[x]plorer.  All photos are of the actual individuals described above because, seriously, I can't make this shit up.
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