David de la Cruz is a musician, performing
artist, and writer. His work explores the innate,
narrative compulsion that manifests when we are
confronted with new images and sounds. His
interests in social justice issues, language, and
the pedagogy of creativity inform his
work.
I was
born in Fort Bragg, NC. My mother raised me with
a rabbit and a dog at the army base while my
father was in Vietnam. This might explain my
close relationship with animals. It could also
explain a few other things but we'll let those be
for now.
Photo
of my family, as part of postal art, 1993
I
remember going to a dress rehersal of 'Annie'
when I was a kid. OMG, did I ever want to be
Annie after that show. I spent the next year
recording myself singing the two or three lines I
could remember from the show. I knew I shouldn't
have been enamoured with a girl's role, and that
singing was somehow not the same as playing
soccer in terms of male currency. It took a long
time to get back to living in the voice.
When I
was thirteen I worked my first real job at a pet
store in Rockville, MD for $2.05 an hour. H.S.
was the typical schizophrenic experience. I split
my time between suburban mischief and eye-opener
close calls in downtown DC during the 80s. If it
wasn't for the DC hardcore scene (specifically
Fugazi) I don't know what I would've done.
I went
to Reed College in Portland, OR. I studied acting
and sculpture (and other less interesting
things). I experimented with substances,
relationships, and identities. I left on academic
probation and traveled to Mexico, Guatemala, and
Belize. I worked as an octopus fisherman, a conch
fisherman, and in a hammock factory. I taught
myself how to draw with the help of Betty
Edwards. I came back to the States a year and a
half later and took some more art classes in
Portland. I met a derranged hydrangea-hating
literary critic with whom I fell in love. I
worked as a dishwasher, a waiter, a cook, a
landscaper. I did a stint as Artist-in-Residence
at Alder House in Portland, teaching art classes
to a group of misfits and curating a few shows.
My students taught me how to live under a porch
and that not everyone can draw realistically.
Somehow we got keys to the old City nightclub and
put on our own private shows with the costumes in
storage.
whew, that's alot of stuff to cram into an about
page. i guess the thing i'm most proud of is my
willingness to play identity dress-up and put
myself in places that bring out the chameleon.
this more than anything has fed my imagination
and interactive skills. sometimes i feel like
'art' is a word that describes an adaptive
behavior more than a particular product.
i'm
kinda flagging at this point wondering if i'm
really going to recap all the wheres until the
present. so briefly: alternate seasons as a raft
guide in WV and living in the PRC. then alternate
seasons as a sea kayak guide on orcas island and
living in thailand. working a year and a half as
a bird watcher in thailand. lots of other stuff
as well that probably isn't really relevant,
except why my credit sucks and why i don't have a
paper trail that makes any sense.
i
played classical flute for ten years and took it
very seriously until adolescence. eventually i
took my first formal vocal lesson in part to heal
the shame of a high school musical production of
pippin, but also to reconnect with music on a
deeper level. through a bizarre series of events,
i found myself studying khayal (khyal), north
indian vocal music. perhaps listening to
hariprasad chaurasia when i was fourteen had
something to do with it. who knows? i finally got
my B.A. at the evergreen state college. if we had
degree specializtions it would have been
ethnomusicology. fyi: i got my degree at the
tender age of 33.
other things: yoga, yoga, yoga. meditation
retreats in the u.s. and asia. several
life-changing relationships. massage, karaoke,
burmese refugees, sex education, and food
science. landscaping, gardens, beaches, chatting
with urban prophets, singing gospel in places
that most people would get killed.
CURRENT PROJECTS:
SPEAKEASYDC.ORG MARCH 11, 2008
Game Over: Stories about death, dying, and the afterlife
Forthcoming short story collection.
SPEAKEASYDC.ORG MARCH 11, 2008
Game Over: Stories about death, dying, and the afterlife
Forthcoming short story collection.