David's tale is a lonely sad one. Raised in an orphanage his entire life, David was constantly picked on by the other orphans because of his love for singing; particularly singing the score to the musical "Oliver". Whenever he started "You've Got to Pick-A-Pocket or Two", fists would fly as fast as the words could come out. It wasn't that the other kids didn't like the musical, it was just that David would sing only songs from this musical everyday, all day. If a teacher or another orphan asked David a question, he would think of an answer using lyrics from one of the songs from "Oliver" and sing them back.

No one really liked poor David. But he didn't mind, he just sang his "Oliver" songs day after day… After day… After day. Finally graduating from high school, and succeeding in having the longest medical records in the history of the county he grew up in (23 pages long), he set out for a city that was currently taking auditions for "Oliver", as his lifelong dream was to play the lead. This led David to Sierra City, California, where David spent his days before the audition being a tour guide of the mines and mills in the area.

His audition date finally came, and David tried out for his dream. David sang "Rum Tum Tum" with everything he had. A standing ovation was his reward. He was then informed that unfortunately, he was too tall to play Oliver… But he could be in the chorus if he wanted to. Crushed, David left the theater, and never returned. Homeless and walking the streets of Los Angeles, David was lost.

After hopping a freight train to Chicago years later, his singing was heard on the street from the bassist of the Vinyl Kings. Curious to find out where this gift from god was coming from, he found David in an alley singing while counting tin cans he had scoured the city for. He took David home, cleaned him up, and convinced him that a rock band was his calling. After agreeing to someday put one "Oliver" song into the setlist, David agreed to sign on as the lead singer of the Vinyl Kings.