David Greenberg has been in the music biz for most of his adult life. He’s directed grammy-nominated music videos, scripted the platinum selling Kiss eXposed for Paul and Gene, was Product Manager at Rykodisc for Yoko Ono, Ringo Starr, Cesar Rosas, Robert Hunter, Bill Laswell, and stunt PM for Morphine, FZ, and MMW, among others, and then as Director of Marketing for Ted Kurland Associates, a boutique booking agency/management company, working with the crème de la crème of the jazz world like Pat Metheny, Sonny Rollins, Gary Burton, Ramsey Lewis and Ann Hampton Callaway. (Now you know how he wangled those quotes on his page for The Mud Folio on Facebook.) And yet the bulk of his lyrics still lay in a drawer unsung; deadbeat children who should be out there making a good living, or more importantly, of course, changing the lives of millions around the world. Heck, in these strange times, he would even be grateful for a few pennies on the dollar and a few listeners given a good chuckle. Take the kids in, download the book today.
In his spare time, Greenberg freelance art directs, designs marketing spooge and other collateral and spins marketing plans from flaxen ideas through his creative lab called, simply, [product]. In his sparer time, Greenberg Blogs For Berklee, imparting his many years of wisdom and, possibly, crackpot observations, to the Berkleettes and anyone else he can get to read the things. He’s even taken to writing more verbiage for the industry blog run by Hypebot, MusicThinkTank. Greenberg lives on Cape Ann, MA with his phenomenally creative family who he could not do without—Laurie, Mia, Tess and the dog, Sadie—and who he loves as they tolerate his exuberance over completed projects, new learned facts and off-beat NPR stories, though not his love for loud Jazz-rock fusion even though it helps pay the bills.
The amazing percussionist, Bill Bacon, adhered the Tapedave moniker on Greenberg in a very serendipitous way. At band rehearsals for the band Road Apple, Greenberg (roadie, photographer, hanger-on) used to sit next to Bill’s drum kit that held all sorts of percussive items that needed to be hung on an arrangement of mike booms, cymbal stands, and anything that could be placed in a vertical manner. Whenever an item was falling off due to his heavy-handed percussionating, Bill would ask; “pass the tape, Dave.”