The first Daves' full-length LP in all it's ridiculous-ness glory! Songs about dudes rooms and larry david and dead shit. Full color Gatefold sleeve with art by the lovely Bill Pinkel! CD VERSION.
"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger and more complex... It takes a touch of genius-and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction." -Albert Einstein
This isn't college. This isn't sensitivity training. This isn't a "safe place." This isn't the utopia where everyone's wearing a shirt (but everyone has a monkey). This is America-from slavery to minimum wage to restraining orders to Mr. Mom. This is purgatory and alcoholism and weed and jerkdom and hanging with your buddies. This is the freedom of life, full of fuckups, divorces, and hot dog spinners. This is a celebration. This is Too Many Daves and this is Weekend at Daves. Fuck the fun killers.
A Little Background
Too Many Daves is named after a Dr. Seuss poem, "Just The Right Number Of Daves" sounded too NPR-precious, and the name "Dude Jams" was already taken.
The Creative Process
Off of a steady diet of pizza, they trained hard in the dojo of the mind. First off, they tattooed "Decker" on that particular Dave's back, so the cops could always return him home and he could be spotted more easily in naked marathons. Then they hired Bruce Lee's ghost who said, "If you make an ass out of yourself, there will always be someone to ride you."
Too Many Daves ride themselves. It's a riddle.