Please help Dave win.

Dear friends,

Almost exactly one year ago to the day (April 22nd, 2023), my world fell apart. My heart was shattered into a million pieces, and it wasn't until 9 weeks later, when I finished writing an album called Dave, that I understood that this had to happen.

Since setting sail on a musical journey which began in May 2017, I have been employed by a force much greater than me and have done my best every day in following that road. There is no straying from that path, and even if there were any detours, they would belong to that path.

This was also true of the crisis I experienced in late April of 2023. Those forces had shattered my heart in order to give me the glue with which I could repair it, so that I could hopefully use that same glue to repair something in our world, and that glue is Dave.

I barely remember writing the album because I was in such excruciating pain while writing it that it resulted in memory loss. The majority of the music was given to me in dreams; I would wake up each morning with a new song seed and immediately sing the lyric, the bass line or the trumpet line into my phone. After 9 weeks of this, I suddenly had an album written, and after two more weeks, it was fully arranged.

The album wrote itself and the project felt at every step of the way like it was more in God's hands than in my own. As soon as I finished writing it, the welfare office assigned me to a freelancing coach who specialised in funding music projects ("coincidentally"), and we worked for weeks together on an application for which we were both totally convinced that I would get the funding. I was given the message relentlessly that it would be taken care of, as long as I kept the faith. So I took a leap of faith and went ahead and recorded the album before the funding was confirmed.

Needless to say, I was and still am beyond devastated that the funding did not come through. If it was just myself who was affected, it wouldn't bother me, but I've put others in jeopardy with this situation, which is not OK by any means, and I never would have done so if I didn't feel with total certainty that the funding would come through. Also needless to say: I will never be counting my chickens before they hatch, ever again! In hindsight, I can only explain the conviction I felt as a form a spiritual psychosis, and yet my faith somehow remains intact.

It’s very hard for me to ask for help, especially when there are many others in much greater need, but I have no options left. I’m facing a financial crisis. This is 100% my mess — I'm only giving context to how someone could fuck up this bad. I don’t know what else to do other than ask my community for help. If you can help me out of this mess at all, I would be extremely grateful. And if my band becomes famous, I won't forget those who helped us win.