Davina Does Dallas

Everyone American I have spoken to has turned their nose up at when I say I'm stopping in Dallas. And walking around it does remind me of a Stepford Wives Death Camp. Every house is perfect, with a man made lake and a spic n span downtown, no sightings of homelessness. Very strange atmosphere, everythings seems new here. Saying that there are some beautiful bulidings the best I've seen so far on my little roadtrip.

I am staying with a friend I met two years ago and its a god damn joy to see a familiar face, especially hers.
I completely fail in playing an open mic here, my focus was a bit off! Oh well thats okay I got Memphis and Nashville up next yee hawww !!!!

Keep it weird Austin

Keep Austin Weird is the city's motto. The only thing weird about Austin is that tag line. To me that sounds like some hippy got lucky in a town council meeting.
"Yeah like we're totally unique so why not like..."
Ridiculous.
Coming from LA to Austin you change gear significantly. Everyones chilled out, they love their beer, there are not a hundred little dogs everywhere and there is a vibrant personality that is god damn cool! Live music coming from every bar on 6th street, countless independent record shops, market stalls open late at night. I'm impressed. Admittedly Ive been here before for my friends wedding 9 years ago. It was a brilliant affair; half the guests were strippers from where my friend worked at Sugars. I duetted with the bride at the reception wearing my $15 60's dress that suffered across my boobs. I also was the ring bearer and anyone who knows me knows that I avoid responsibilty at all costs, the grooms mothers ring burnt a hole in my hand, it was terrifying.
With that in mind I was very relaxed about doing any tourist stuff. The house where I stayed had a huge telly and netflix and most days I watched films then went out at night to sing. With $3 happy hours I was getting merry constantly. My hosts brewed their own beer and I have to say all 10 beers tasted bloody great. Shandy, IPA, Porter, Double Porter (made in an oak whisky barrel) Yeah! If this is weird, then Austin I do hope you stay this way.
Next stop Dallas.

The Magic Castle

Halloween has arrived I havent got a costume or a party to go to. So when I get an invite via my new girl friend crush Lucy to The Magic Castle; I'm over the scary assed moon.
The Magic Castle is an invite only members club. Think of the Magic Circle and their tiny spot in Farringdon and give them a castle in Hollywood. Dougie Howser MD is the head patron, yes you heard me right! Old young 90's doctor child now an adult likes to do a bit of the magic! And yer pal DavDav is gonna get drunk, dress up and molest Americas answer to Paul Daniels.

But wait! What to wear? Sexy nun? Sexy Dictactor? I have no costume so with a purchase of fake blood and some white paint and a oriental dress I become a geisha murderess. A very friendly bar maid we come across places a fake crow on the top of my head and people think I'm from The Birds. Not sure what version they've seen but I humour their opinion with a smile and 'yeah Japanese Tippi'.

'Abracadabra' opens a bookcase and you walk in. The castle is in fine looking condition. Books, old photographs and magic memorbillia are placed on every wall. Tiny theatres that seat around 20 are located throughout and traditional magicians perform their age old act. A man insists on swallowing balloons; why I do not know, a haunted piano plays your requests though the ghost didnt know Rape Me by Nirvana. Shame. In short a fantastic night in Hollywood. My favourite dresser uppers was a couple who did Patricia Arquette and Christian Slater from True Romance.
I love Halloween!

Oops

Just realised I am way off my gig target. Oops. Just as well I'm.extending my stay then. Kapowsya!

Lazy bum

So I havent really done any writing for others to read not since school. I mean I can muster a tweet or a facebook brain murmur but not full on sentences with grammar and coherence. I feel like I should apologise for this. So here is my sorry:

Sorry.

A boyfriend once told me sorry is a sign of weakness. Another said I say it too much and should practice not saying it. I've been trying it out and its bloody hard. I meant that one though. Well actually the more I think about it I dont really care if Ive spelt something wrong or missed a ,;:'"!?. I mean didnt stop Burroughs rambling on.

This blog, this particular post is my admission to my laziness. I havent played in ages. I sang at a gig last week but Ive really taken my foot off the gas and have been enjoying LA so much. Drinking like a trooper with my buddies, surfing the buses, getting into cars with the nicest strangers, dressing as a Japanese Tippi Hedren from the birds. (not quite what I was aiming for Halloween but I still looked good) So yes basically having a great time. I am aiming to leave in 2 days time to Austin lets see if that happens eh!

The Vlad Straw

Vladmir is from Mexico. Vlad the Mexican, the gentleman, the ladies man, the homophobic, a dead ringer for Andy Kauffman, daddys boy (who is very upset with Daddy who took away his Lamborghini recently). Vlad is a great guy and with focus and some English lessons he will be a great actor but fuck me he is a bizzare wee thing who will make you laugh and also feel soooooo frustrated. We pair up for scenes together nearly everytime. I drew The Vlad Straw.

Los Angeles you got me.

I walk past The Lee Strasberg School of Acting. There's space on the course, affordable (its amazing what you convince yourself of) something I love and I believe I'm good at. After parting with some (fucking loads of) cash, I enrol.

Lee Strasberg's Method is not an imitation of what you might think the character is, it is you, engaging your memory of past events and of all your senses. Touch, taste, smell... the character becomes you.
The course is insightful and inspiring. Although I draw 'the Vlad straw' (see blog) I fucking love this training. There is a lot of talking and closing my eyes and feeling and crying and becoming an animal and teachers saying fuck ALOT. There are many jumped up actors hanging around looking like complete pricks. But you know what I LOVE IT HERE.