No matter what you have heard, be it random conversation in the crazy din of a dimly lit restaurant, late night talk show gossip, or, the weaving of fantasy and fact – you have not felt the effervescence that is david pettinari until you have witnessed what I like to call the david pettinari Experience.
No, contrary to popular belief, it did not begin in that tiny single room somewhere in Gibraltar, nor, did it begin with the series of mishaps that escalated into what is now affectionately known as the “Coup”. There is no denial on his part but it is believed that the beginning was very humble. Various accounts like to misrepresent the beginning by referring to the “Penguin Incident”, however, there is no truth in what have been verified as viscious lies with the intent of smearing the great one. Other stories have focused on the early years as being “days shrouded with mystery and intrigue.” The truth, although somehow strange yet endearing to even the most humble heart has not been lost, as was thought, in the great quake of ‘89. Yet, as dim and remote as those frail and misunderstood documentarians would have you believe, the beginning was a marvelous time filled with vibrancy and joy.
In the remarkable middle years there was the ever purveying sense of camaraderie that kept all things close and warm. There were the late nights, flamenco dancers in Seville, and the taste of cooled Anis del Mono that was his trademark. Yes, the remarkable middle years saw the fusion of dynamic soul searching, rhythmic poetry and intense vibration that fueled the Experience into the heights of Legend.
It is true, however, that even through the terrible crashes as his soul sunk faster into oblivion, he saw the future as a brightly lit vision that would lead to his forthcoming emergence unparalleled in its meteoric rise.This melding of true vitality, vision, and art set him forth on a new, most singular journey, unprecedented in our time.
Yes, to appreciate the Experience, one must wallow in it, steeping one’s soul in the sty of darkness and filth, to emerge gleaming with the sunrise, to an epiphany that one can only herald as the future. To paraphrase the Bard, it is the east and david is the sun.
Geoffrey Foremyle
Tangier, Summer 1968
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Hey, David. I stumbled across your name in LinkedIn. Thought I would contact my namesake. I am a retired sheriff’s commander, now a private investigator, and do computer forensics and Internet investigations. Contact me if you would like to get acquainted. Regards…Dave.. (Beulah, Colorado)
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