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Someone mentioned he spoke of / about God quite a bit. What was he saying? Can't bring myself to listen to his "talk".
I canât tell you because I havenât watched it yet. Probably never will đđ I donât need another Beckett lecture or some mambo jumbo about stories we already have heard a thousand times and Iâm also not in need to listen to the self validation of a narcissist character that uses the curtain of art for whatever BS he does it comes up with. Maybe he is now following the path of most frauds and found god as they all do.
Do you know anyone who went to the award show in munich and what David said? or how it all went down?
I asked someone who went and thatâs what they said:
So: The event was almost sold out at the end, but a few people left before and during the movie. Don't think anyone in the audience was under 20, probably not even under 30. Strikingly many older ladies 60+.
The Laudatio was done by John Lee Hancock, he was part of Entourage 4 or 5 people, where MooMoo (all in black in a kind of blouse or jumpsuit as far as I could see, high ponytail, round plug earrings) , they came in shortly before the award and took a seat in the front row. During the honoring he did not even look in MooMoos direction, more in the center of the audience. An annoying lady in front left (from him), who stood out several times by shouting loudly/probably was also the one who started clapping when DD mentioned that his mother was a teacher and he also with a slightly irritated comment "Are we clapping for teachers?" Responded to Hancock.
He mentioned God several times, which irritated me a bit, so far in interviews he was rather atheistic.
On the green carpet (maybe 50-60 people including press) Momo was apparently standing on the right behind the pulk on the edge, then a lady with Sat1 micro came and said "There is the woman" and a small pulk formed, but I'm not sure if it was about MooMoo or possibly Julia Weigel from the Filmfest.
Fashion Report: DD's hair was cleverly styled and cut and had a neat suit with dark socks and leather shoes on. No notes.
What was striking: he seemed very slow/cautious to me, as you often see with older people and during the interview on stage he always turned his whole body to Weigelt, not just the neck, apparently something hurts in the neck/back?
Also funny: the video with his career highlights:
70% X-Files/Mulder
20% Cali:
10% different, no Hodiak, many fight scenes, accompanied by one of his songs, but I think it was a cover of Passenger. Only with Denise there was a short reaction (possibly the annoying lady again). Was possibly also the one who had an extra T-shirt with the film title and Cinemerit award made and wore.
The problem with David might also be that he never really made a real effort to be approachable? Do you really know what you get with him? I mean the whole comic con thing seems kind of odd for him too. Or is that just me? I can't read the guy. It's hot and cold with him for me. Still like to look at him though. Ugh
I think before 2017 he was approachable. The story was always that he was better with people than GA was. In my personal opinion I think he is ashamed and he has never learned to cope with whatever issues he had and decided to marry the impersonation and culmination of everything thatâs wrong in his life. He knows people see her and itâs obvious from comments under articles what people think and itâs not positive. I also wouldnât be surprised if on his stoned benders where he called her or she was with him he said things that arenât great and could be used against him. And letâs be honest who knows what MP has on her camera roll because everyone knows she films and photographs and half of the time he isnât even aware of it. To me he does seem to walk on eggshells but thatâs what happens when you only think with your dick and the only person you care about is yourself and then you walk outside of your yes sayer bubble and you have to face the world which has changed from what he has known in the 90s. He looked okay on the carpet but as soon as he isnât professionally cared for, he looks like one can smell him through the screen.
Summary: The Fourth of July, a whim of romance, and Fox Mulder collide. What could possibly go wrong?
My Thoughts: Happy early 4th of July to USAmericans! There are not a lot of MSR fics set during this holiday, but this fic is really cute and a great way to celebrate. Of course, Mulder would join the ranks of people who hurt themselves on this holiday, but luckily it's not fireworks-related. Not to worry, he has Scully to patch him up! ;)
Dickovny canât even sell out 15⏠tickets for his award / movie presentation at the Filmfest Munich. The venue has 200-300 seats. đđđ not even free drinks before the award show and movie seem to pull people in đđđ
I didn't know that. If that's true, then it's sad for David. Perhaps this will force David to change his behavior and forget about his failed hobbies. Or David can resign and go to Costa Rica, where he will be provided with sex 24 hours a day, but the sugar baby will have a hard time in the company of only an old man and the sea.
The Amerikahaus has max 500 seats and the second screening after that at the Audimax has 320. You canât purchase more than 20 tickets at a time. But they are still available for the award show.
Not at all, you rascals⊠Mo is pregnant with twins, and her husband/dad thought it best she didn't tire herself out. But West, Miller, and davidduchovnybeliever were there with her, celebrating her birthday and organizing the party.đđ
That pregnancy has been going on for about 3/4years now. If thatâs accurate she is an alpine salamander.
Donât be silly she has no time for parties she is busy running her empire of flowers.
Mo was nowhere to be seen with David on her Birthday weekend. Could there be a little trouble in paradise?
He was at the game alone. MP had no time because she is running a multibillion dollar flower business and the garage door didnât open so she had to stay in LA and make sure she wouldnât let her business go bankrupt due to a faulty garage door. Itâs hard being a flower tycoon. She has no time for trivial things like watching young sweaty guys playing with a ball.
"What money also canât buy him is the adoration and fame he craves otherwise he would retire to Costa Rica with his toy."
Actually, Skulls, he can buy adoration âin fact, he already has. Or do you really think Kendra would be warming his bed if he were just some middle-class insurance salesman? Sheâd call the police and accuse him of being a perverted stalker, as if sheâd ever look at a guy her fatherâs ageâŠđđ
I meant adoration from fans. And a growing number of young fans. And I meant the adoration from people, not the hookers adoration for what you buy her or provide for her. Gillian with sex Ed and her G brand ( like it or not) has grown a new generation of fans. She doesnât have to buy them new boobs or a erewhon kale smoothie for 45$ for them to follow her and adore her.
He always wanted younger fans a new generation of fans who think he is top shit. He said it himself about his concert audience once. So a real fan following of a new generation canât be bought by him. đ€
What is up with Momo reinstating her old IG account???
If you think her opening up her account the days before the con on her birthday is a coincidence I have a freezer to sell you in Antarctica. đđđ
If it wasnât so funny it would be sad. Being in your mid 30s and having to play those games because your geriatric groomer husband canât give you the reassurance you obviously crave.
But we can make bets will it be two toothbrushes in front of a mirror? Will it be messed up pillows on a bed? Or will it be his dirty boxers over the rim of a bathtub? đđ
"Well tbh his lyrics also sound like he is trying too hard and I donât find them especially exceptional."
Skulls, I feel the same way! But I try not to say anythingâIâm surrounded by Duchovny fans who think any criticism of him is a crime against humanity⊠so here goes: in my opinion, his lyricsâactually, anything he writesâand 80% of what he says, follow the same pattern, where his obsessive attempt to impress and sound deep ends up ruining everything.
Thatâs just the problem. Why canât you state your opinion. Itâs a cult if you canât take an opinion that isnât your own. To me itâs just he tries to hard and ends up saying nothing at all. Just like the book of poems itâs word vomit to me. Makes zero sense and I donât think Shakespeare, Alighieri, Rumi or Eliot would get a hard on over his poems.
He wants to be that modern renaissance man people can admire so bad but canât help his true colors and thatâs why he ends up being a fraud polished by an Ivy League education. But a turd is still a turd it just take longer to see through the veil he constructed around himself to conceal that he is nothing more than a boy with an inflated ego and emotional damage he never learned to regulate or cope with.
In fact, he can play at being a musician as much as he wants; all this isnât expensive for someone like himâthese days, costs have plummeted. Back in the â90s, you had to spend tens of thousands of dollars because the equipment was analog and massive.
Today, anyone can put their music on Spotify, Apple Music, Deezer, TikTok, and Instagram using services called Digital Distributors (or Aggregators). The process is simple, fast, and accessible.
As for concerts, there will always be fans willing not only to spend money on tickets and torture themselves with his music, but also to praise him as a great musician.
The only thing money canât buy him is real success and recognition, outside the circle of people who adore him for his acting or who are on his payroll. Musical talent canât be manufactured; weâre talking about a technical and biological limitation that no technology or bank account can overcome.
And the only risk he runsâsince weâre talking about a gigantic ego that seems to truly believe in this charadeâis becoming the perfect target for mass ridicule on social media: nothing generates faster engagement than humor derived from othersâ embarrassment. I believe heâll only stop if that happensâso far, heâs gotten away unscathed.
I apologize for the long message.
Well he can write his music circus off. But I donât think he would ever but money into it if he was loosing a lot of money. We all know he is stingy.
What money also canât buy him is the adoration and fame he craves otherwise he would retire to Costa Rica with his toy.
He would be better off to stop the singing and pretending he is 30. And just do a tour of â an evening with David Duchovnyâ where fans can do meet and greets and he can talk about his failures or soy candles whatever floats his boat. And Iâm sure he would be able to sell that out better than his music. He would be able to get people hanging onto his very word and he could play all knowing guru. He could sell his books and other merch at the entrance too. But his yes sayers like Brad will not let that happen because they all profit off of him and Dickovny is too up his own ass to realize those people donât have his best interest at heart.
have you listened to Davidâs new song PoP? If you havenât will you? Always appreciate the analysis đ
Since you are one of a couple of people who asked about the new song I gave it a listen together with a friend who is actually a musician đ sorry C.for dragging you into that. Underneath is a long âanalysisâ of our combined opinions.
The short version is: The vocal performance has the confidence of a wannabe rock star and the note accuracy of a leaf blower trying jazz. He approaches melody like a tourist approaching a foreign subway map: confused, committed, and blocking traffic. He approaches notes the way a moth approaches a lightbulb: with confidence, confusion, and no plan. Thatâs all the metaphors to nicely describe that train-wreck of a song.
The band is doing competent, tasteful adult-rock wallpaper: guitars behaving themselves, drums keeping the furniture upright, mix compressed and radio-safe. Then Duchovny enters, and suddenly the song feels like it has developed a balance disorder.
The central issue is that his voice does not sound weathered or raw in the cool way. It sounds unsupported. Thereâs a difference between Leonard Cohenâs late-career subterranean croak and a man leaning into a melody like heâs trying to remember where he parked it. Cohen had gravity. Waits had grotesque theater. Dylan had phrasing. Duchovny has intent. Intent is nice. Intent is not a note.
The vocal is the musical equivalent of a handsome actor showing up to a knife fight with a bookmark. He clearly wants this to be literate, bruised, poetic folk-rock â all wounded masculinity, tasteful guitars, existential smolder. But the singing keeps dragging it back to earth. Every time the song tries to wear a leather jacket, the vocal hands it a cardigan.
The worst thing is that the arrangement is not bad enough to distract you. Itâs too professional. The band creates this clean, serious little stage for him, and then his voice steps into the spotlight sounding like a podcast host being forced to front a Tom Petty tribute band at a charity gala.
And the pitch correction â if there is any â is doing what it can, but this is not a âfix the pitchâ problem only. Itâs phrasing, tone, breath, attack, confidence, placement. Auto-Tune can move a note onto the grid; it cannot give the singer authority. It cannot add blood to a performance. It cannot transform âman reciting near a melodyâ into âsinger inhabiting a song.â
The song wants to be soulful, but the vocal makes it strangely airless. It does not ache; it mopes. It does not confess; it narrates its own emotional press release. There is an almost academic seriousness to it, like a divorced literature professor wrote ârock songâ on the board and underlined it twice.
Prince of Pieces sounds like a song being held hostage by its own lead vocal.
There may be a decent folk-rock tune buried somewhere underneath it, but Duchovnyâs singing is the kind of thing that makes the arrangement look around nervously for an adult. The band can strum, shimmer, and behave professionally all it wants; the second his voice enters, the whole track starts wobbling like a bar stool with one leg shorter than the others.
The problem is not that his voice is ugly. Ugly voices can be magnificent. Tom Waits sounds like a haunted gravel driveway. Leonard Cohen sounded like a priest confessing to the furniture. Bob Dylan often sang like he was arguing with a harmonica in a wind tunnel. But those singers knew how to inhabit their limitations. Duchovny just sounds trapped inside his.
His pitch doesnât feel expressive; it feels accidental. Notes donât land so much as wander into the room late, wearing the wrong jacket. Thereâs a persistent sense that the melody is somewhere nearby, perhaps in another postal code, and he is bravely attempting to locate it by smell.
And Auto-Tune? Auto-Tune here would be less a studio tool than a hostage negotiator. You can almost imagine the software staring at the waveform and saying, âIâm sorry, Iâm not a magician.â Pitch correction can tighten a singer who is close. It cannot install a singer where one has not been detected.
What makes it worse is that Duchovnyâs whole musical brand seems to want to be taken seriously: literary lyrics, adult-rock sincerity, tasteful guitars, wounded-man gravitas. But the vocal keeps puncturing the illusion. Itâs hard to buy the poetic ache when the performance sounds like someone doing Leonard Cohen karaoke after being spun around three times.
The cruelty of it is that he probably means every word. Thereâs no cynicism in it. That almost makes the song harder to dunk on, because sincerity is sitting right there in the front row, blinking sadly. But sincerity is not pitch. Sincerity is not phrasing. Sincerity is not breath control. At some point, earnestness stops being moving and starts being a guy in expensive boots missing the note with conviction.
The song may have bones, but the vocal performance keeps tripping over them. It is not charmingly ragged; it is technically adrift, emotionally overcast, and musically under-qualified. The result is less âseasoned troubadourâ than âadjunct professor fronting a band at the faculty wine mixer.
Rating: 3/10
One point for sincerity, one point is for confidence/courage bordering on forensic evidence, one for the band surviving the incident.
Just my hot take. They have clearly not seen each other for a while. The first time they said hi to each other was clearly when G went up to him for a hug. No catching up backstage so not much communication. G always wants to dive straight to the Gillovny love fest but D seems gunshy. Plus he was helping WB Davis get into his seat. G assumed he would sit next to her but there was no moderator so he just sat where he first ended up. He probably didn't hear her and he's not going to suddenly rush over to sit next to her. It would look desperate and weird. Gone are the days were they were clearly messing around with each other in private and are going to hang on each other's arm. The second day, D looked more relaxed. Someone said they were constantly going to each other's signing table to show each other stuff. She's asking him if he knows where the G spot is and taking videos of him backstage. DD just needs to get warmed up first and takes his cues from G if she communicates with him. They are both in relationships so I guess he doesn't want to overstep. He knows how far to take it as long as he's comfortable.
Itâs not his first con. Everyone left the chair empty. It was his choice to not sit there. He was dancing around for a minute too imo get out of sitting next to GA. She addressed him she pointed with her hand and he was directly in front of her. If you canât sit next to someone who supported all your BS for over 30 years then thatâs quite pathetic imo. Itâs a panel not a porn shoot. Whatâs the worst that could have happened a touch on the arm ?! đ
His wife is a grown woman. Maybe she doesn't want kids or can't have any? David has been clear that he doesn't want more kids so she knows what she got into and they probably talked about it extensively beforehand. She seems to adore his kids so maybe that's enough for her.
Adore his kids- they are nearly her age. Sorry but I donât think she had any say in it. I think he made it clear and it was a take it or leave it situation.
West is sucking up to her dad for possibly multiple reasons one being he gets her roles and she always was more of a daddyâs girl. Miller imo stays clear of MP as much as he can, he doesnât even follow her or vice versa. MP knows she has to play nice with west and miller because she might be the sugarbaby but I donât think Dickovny would keep her around if his kids would have turned on him and cut contact. She knows without his money she is left with nothing in LA. 30+yrs old no career, no education or degree, nothing to show but having been at the beck and call of a senior citizen with a thick wallet.
