It all happened some time ago now. Europe in the 1980s was a magical place for a young man getting his first taste of pop stardom. Nothing will focus the attention of a curly haired buck from California like an exotic beauty eager to, without a word, expose her feminine assets to him in the name of attaining the ultimate pleasure. Sipping fame and drifting through ancient cities on a very carnal search for his own Thais of Athens, I am sure gentle reader you can imagine, is a heady trip indeed. It would take then something quite significant to distract our unchaste young hero from his wanton quest.

Significant it was then when our Mr. Baerwald wandered out of his quarterage in some European city, he could not at that moment name, in an attempt to escape the stale bouquet of cleaning fluids and what now, in mornings light, seemed the fetid perfume of the previous evening's ravishment. Higgledy-piggledy making his way along antediluvian cobblestones he felt more like Erysichthon than Ptolemy, consumed now with procuring his morning demitasse. Before he could satiate his desire for caffeine and croissant the wet kiss of kismet would intervene.

Now the young Mr. Baerwald was not just wandering along this antiquated artery in search of cafe, he found himself at this very moment of his perseity tangled in the chaparral of fame and youth. Finding oneself forfeit to such boscage, this febrile labyrinth, one needs a guide, a docent, a lodestar and no ordinary balefire would do. Much to his surprise David was about to meet his Virgil. Wisdom takes many forms, my dear readers, and none more extraordinary than the visage young David would encounter that morning. Much to his amazement, with traces of the Sandman's labor still present in the corners of his eyes, as he drifted off the street into a small cafe there stood before him a demigod of divertissement. David stood aquiver in awe of this presence and when he turned and took notice of our young hero, even with a small smudge of raspberry jam on his cheek, our young Mr. Baerwald fell immediately subjugate to the great one. This would be his mentor going forward and as you can see from the video David posted of his European performance he absorbed his tutelage well.

So who is this mystery man that taught David everything he knows about stage presence, performance and how to excite the fairer sex in ways a mere mortal could never fathom?

Behold!