About David Kaufman

dk blue 3I was born in the latter half of the previous century.  This much is known.  Then, like the proverbial frying pan and fire, I was whisked away from the place they call New York City and deposited in Los Angeles before I knew what hit me.  My parents have stuck with this story for so long that, although I have no independent memory of said events, in the absence of evidence to the contrary, I choose to believe them.  Beyond this technicality, L.A., and in particular, the San Fernando Valley, has been my home for lo these many years.

After childhood infatuations with mythical do-gooders Zorro, Sherlock Holmes and Batman, the Beatle bug bit me hard and I set my sights on the more contemporary application of making a better world through rock music.  (I know. You are so LOL.) Seen another way, the Fab Four set me on the road to ruin, causing me to focus my energies exclusively on creative endeavors, never once giving serious consideration to a more conventional lifestyle or the things that would lead to or result from it.

Consider these manifestations:

My primary skills are as a singer/songwriter/guitarist.  As a journeyman musician I have also put time in playing bass, keyboard, trumpet, harmonica and I think I played ukulele and cowbell on one or two songs.  I have performed with oldies bands, classic rock bands, country bands, jazz bands, marching bands, pit orchestras, a surf band, a harmonica band and, of course, original bands.

I have performed solo in venues ranging from trains to shopping malls to rock clubs to churches.  Even at a car dealership and a funeral (unrelated).  With bands, unusual venues I have performed at include a pinball arcade (remember pinball?), a roller-skating rink, and the Greek Theater (not kidding).

I have transcribed more than 6,000 songs for other people and, in an odd business arrangement, I also composed the music for virtually half of them myself.  (Explanation upon request.).  I have done singing telegrams (both gorilla and banana), publicly hopped for hours on end as an Easter bunny, and chased Pia Zadora’s kids while wearing a crocodile costume.

I’ve entertained at a couple dozen pre-schools and daycare centers and at well over a hundred retirement homes.  (You might say I get ‘em on the way in and on the way out.)

And then there the tribute bands.  Aside from two decades portraying Beatle George Harrison (in which my band won the annual Beatlefest Battle-of-the-Beatle-Bands twice), I’ve also paid my respects to the Kinks, Bob Dylan and, oh so briefly, the Monkees (see the movie “Tribute”).

Notable roles in my musical theater work include a singing, dancing Pat Robertson in “The Buck Stops Here,” Lionel Lott in “Billionaires for Bush,” and Quint in “All That Jaws.” In a single benefit for the Canyon Theatre Guild in Newhall I sang lead parts in selections from “Les Miserables,” “Hairspray” and “Little Shop of Horrors”.  Then there was the time I was the Musical Director for something called “Live Nude King”.

Throw in recording session work for other artists, record producing and teaching guitar and you begin to get the idea.

Somewhere along the way I became the greatest rock star you never heard of.  (Shhh! It’s a secret.) Using colorful pseudonyms such as Adrian Ballswicke and Zed Jones, I have thus far produced six albums worth of my own material.

As a resident of Los Angeles, I have complied with city ordinances by making modest forays into the world of acting and, of course, the obligatory unfinished novel.  As a veteran participant of the Studio City spoken-word institution Story Salon, I wrote and performed a one-man, 80-minute autobiographical presentation called “Who wants to be a Beatle?” (DVD on sale through this website!) And thus, our story comes full circle. Or so it would seem.

The question remains.  What to do with these random, wacky show biz moments:

  • I was almost maimed by the (non-prop) glass Tila Tequila threw in my direction at full-force while shooting her video “Stripper Friends”.
  • I was somehow roped into performing a tango routine in a Santa Barbara country club for a locally televised version of Dancing with the Stars.  (I finished last but I finished!)

What to do, indeed?  We may never know for certain — but we will certainly carry on.