Davey Dreamnation

AS A RESULT OF A RECENT ARCHIVAL SEARCH WE HAVE UNCOVERED THE FOLLOWING OFFICIAL DAVEY DREAMNATION BIOGRAPHY THE AUTHENTICITY OF WHICH WE CANNOT, NEVERTHELESS, GUARANTEE. READ ON AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Never a stranger to adventure either in realms of soul or song, Davey Dreamnation - performer, chanteuse, character, chameleon and social commentator rolled into one jump suit - has been having a year of new beginnings. In many ways, Davey’s life has been completely transformed. While Stung is sixty years old, for example, Davey has just turned seven.

Certified triple platinum in the United States and nearing worldwide sales of 7 million, Davey’s first single “Hot Soup Girl” has remarkably received ARIA Awards for Best Pop Album and Best Pop Male Vocal Performance and continues to weave its spell.

Of late, Davey’s performed at the VFA Grand Final, was awarded a star on Longreach’s Walk of Fame, and been nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Song for “Don’t Cry for Me, Kemblawarra” from Tetris Dreaming, his brother Jason’s film that’s just crossed the $100 million mark in box office sales. Davey’s activism as well as his art has been recognized; for his work on behalf of human rights, he recently received an award from the Kiama Shire Council.

“My strategy is to be optimistic, naive maybe,” Kiwi pop crooner Stung says, “but maybe that’s Davey’s job.”

Davey’s creative approach to “Hot Soup Girl”, for example, typified his desire to test himself.

“He composed, finessed and even sequenced the music before he’d even written a word,” Stung says of his best-selling friend.

A native of Dubbo, site of the Western Plains Zoo, this former milkboy, flugel horn player and dishwasher has made of his art a perpetual quest.

The Jet Ski Parts, of course, established Davey Dreamnation as a world-renowned songwriter and singer: together with his brother Jason and close friend and rival Stung, he penned many of the hits of his generation - incuding “The Skillet Racket”, “I Won’t Tell if You Don’t Yell”, “Who Died?”, “Crow Peck”, “Chinese Burn” etc - and the trio assumed the vanguard of contemporary music throughout the late 90s and early 00s.

On his own, Davey has never ceased taking chances. “Catch Me I’m Falling In Love With Whitney Houston”, “Did You Know That Stung Is 60″, “… Nothing Like a Couple of Beers to Get That Taste Out of My Mouth”, Live at Budokan, “I Dream of Jeans”, “Can You Cope” and now “Hot Soup Girl” achieve a truly distinctive synthesis of personal expression and universal meaning. A complete communicator, Davey explores both sound and image; he’s acted in films from Indiana Jones and the Muddle-headed Wombat to Stung Is 60 to Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Penguins and appeared on Broadway in Les Miserable Shits.

About the remarkable range of Davey’s energies, Stung has wryly commented: “No one’s yet been able to come up to him with a limit. They’ve tried, but he’s always been able to duck and weave, and he’s still doing that.”

Camp Davey (2003)

MORE PRAISE FOR DAVEY DREAMNATION

Of course, why take our word for it? Read what millions of others have said about Davey Dreamnation, his mastery of the projectile arts and the secret to great trifle.

It�s quite simple really: you just need to make your own custard.
Davey

ROTFL!
Davey

Your new website is totally rubbish.
Al T.

Your new website is sensational!
Clint Bo Dean

You were amazing.
Alex Lloyd

I’m seething.
Stung

Can I please have another slice of quiche lorraine?
Scaramouche

Go Russ.
Russell Crowe

And do you feel scared? I do.
Howard Jones

Prepare to hear from our lawyers.
Pixel Mouse

Please call me.
Mead

I love you, Davey.
Montana

Me too.
Davey

Wow, this guy really doesn’t know what he’s doing.
Sid Barrett

You say it best when you say nothing at all.
Ronan Keating

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Sigur Ros

Whatever
David Lynch

Hmmm.
Anonymous

No stars.
The NME

Bloody hell, that sounds familiar.
Kevin Shields

KTHXBAI
Davey

PRAISE FOR DAVID PRATER

While you’re down here, read what others have said about David Prater’s writing, without any hint of compulsion or duress.

We Will Disappear pops and buzzes with references to drugs (Dexedrine, grass and cigarettes), military hardware (atom bombs, Semtex, F-15s and Minutemen) and virulent diseases (SARS), not to mention communications technologies, both current and defunct (satellites, radio, daguerreotypes and computer coding). Relentlessly racy, Prater hits hard and fast in his attempts to keep up with the wrenching juggernaut of our times.
Justin Clemens

Prater might be called a Neo-Formalist, or a satirist or an elegist. Whatever you want to call him, the sharpness & jagged edges of his poems make for a compelling read. He’s an “Outsider” who is happy to stay that way.
Adam Fieled

Prater’s poems flow like the text on CNN, but beautifully.
Derek Motion

Formally inventive whilst also dropping beats of pop media jargon and all the transitory idioms we live in, this is a new language for all tomorrow�s aching parties. Exciting, highly charged, and affecting.
Jill Jones

In our information-saturated, hyper-connected, post-industrial world there is so much to take in, and Prater is able to call its tune.
Ryan Scott

Prater’s half rhymes, alliteration and shuffle of syntax are heady. There’s often a parade of phonemes teasing you. You try to wrestle-hold the words but they spin you around as if you were a Jack Russell hanging onto a little boy’s tailcoat.
alicia sometimes