Little is known about David Cope. Grainy interview footage of scientists claiming to be part of the now defunct rogue military branch “Super Eagle Claw” reveal they created him out of the exotic strain of DNA originally used to create Bjork. And 70’s funk. Yet engravings on the temple walls of the Monks of the Weeping Lotus allude to David being born in the year 1659, the spawn of a mythical breeding between a spotted stork and the first raindrops of Spring. Yet David’s parents claim that he was born in the year 1979 at St. Petersburg Hospital in Florida under normal circumstances that would eventually give way to an even more normal childhood. None of these claims can be proven. Especially the last one.
Bleeding edge satellite technology has linked David to New York. He currently resides in Brooklyn where he regularly performs stand up comedy. David denies all association with Super Eagle Claw yet heartily nods at any person or establishment that proactively fights for the forces of justice.
Who I'd like to meet: People who find themselves muttering secret passwords near hidden doors then realize too late that they first need to build for themselves a life of mystery and intrigue so that there will be someone on the other side of that door to actually acknowledge them.
Yo! Copester, pimped yo comedy on Twitter. I see you're on there but don't use it. Don't try & front like you have a life. I know you're staring out the window eating cereal.
Mr. Cope. I thought of you because I was photographing a cutout of my niece. I placed her on some rain wear (poor man's blue screen) so I could later upload to my mac and extract the cutout image with the magic wand tool in photoshop. All the while I was listening to the Jordan, Jesse GO! podcast. Something about this combination invoked Copism. I'm not a mystic mind you, but there is something mystical about this kind of association. I am reminded of seeing Mike Marten at a kickball game over the summer. He offered me a tall canned beer, but he had me put orange juice in it. Anything to fight off the scurvy I guess? To his credit though, I found it to be a flavorable drink. Although, I have not converted to be a regular OJ/beer drinker, I think I can empathize. I think I could one day be honest about my own beverages in his way. And not consume every beverage in its own container as if it doesn't all piss out the same hole. After all, aren't we 90% beverage? Made up of a diverse pool of all the established drink concotions we consume. Sure we have mixed cocktails at the bar, but even those are mostly the same ones our older siblings have been drinking for years. Why not let the milk and kombucha mingle a bit? Or, the pear juice and americano? Let them get to know each other before they are forced into an intense intestinal relationship that is likely to explode in burps and farts. Sorry, that was a tad colorful, but I think you hear what I'm saying. Wouldn't you want to meet some of your roommates on earth before you spend eternity with them in the boiling belly of hell? It would just be nice to know someone because I'm sure hell can be a tough place to meet people.
David, Loved the set from Bumbershoot! I was in Seattle the weekend prior and was sad I couldn't go, and I didn't even know you were gonna be there. Hope you're well.
