digressions: a blog

©Brian Sorg from Davey

I’m back in Chicago, but in between apartments, so it’ll still be about a week before I get the blog back up. In the meantime, I’ll post about Davey. Photography is a weird thing. You can be sitting in a bar with your friends and start talking to the guy next to you. You have a conversation, and eventually you ask who they are and what they do. This is how I met Brian a couple months ago, already very familiar with his work through the graces of the Internet.

Today I found this interview he did about Davey. It’s inspiring.

I’ve recorded many of
our conversations with my iPod, grabbed screen shots of his myspace
page, and have had him write about our relationship. It’s like a
collaboration and he is a really good contributor. This is one of our
conversations from 2006:

BASEMENT TALK:

I’ve spent a lot of time in Davey’s basement talking about nothing really.

Davey- What up lil sack? Dirty, dirty dong!

Brian- Hey, how old is your girlfriend?

D- How old is who? Lorenza? I got this girl Guiney. She gotta big ass
– a fat ass!

B- Is that who we are going to see?

D- Naw. I don’t see her outside of school – only inside. But really
she’s got a fat
Ass. Honestly.

D- Hey look she gave me her notes from math class. For the test. I
passed. I got an A on it.

B- You use that?

D- You get to use it.

B- Yeah right, I don’t believe you.

D- You do. I use my girlfriends. She writes nice doesn’t she. Guiney
does. It’s nice
Though right? She writes nice as hell. It’s small.

B- You really like her writing huh?

D- Yeah dogg it’s like fucking her fat ass. Her ass is like this.
She’s there, I’m here,
Like oooooh, sup baby? (Pretends to have her bent over in front of him.)

D- Next week is the rec dance.

B- The what?

D- The rec dance, like the one I went to when I first met you.

B- Oh yeah. I can’t go to that though.

D- Why?

B- Can I?

D- Yeah, if you want to you really can.

B- How?

D- You gotta be like, “I’m 14 and go to…” Wait say, “I’m sixteen and failed.”
It might work.

B- I can’t do that I look too old! Maybe I can meet up with you guys afterward?

D- Dude, wanna meet my karate instructor?

B- She’s a girl huh? That’s cool.

D- Yeah and she’s real fat and she knows how to fucking fight! She
beat the shit
out of three guys at one time – three black guys.

D- She’s a black belt. She’ll fuck you up. Hey you should take a class with me.

B- I don’t have time for that, I’m too busy.

D- Why? I thought you like Tae-Kwan-Do?

B- I do, but I’m just too busy.

D- It’s only one day a week, pussy.

B- What’s the point? I can already beat your ass!

D- Right! Why don’t you show me what you got?

B- Ok. I’ll show you my best kick. (I do this lame-ass sweep kick.)

D- HAHAHA!!! You’re so gay! You would get your ass beat you pussy!
HAHAHA! What a gay kick! Ahhh dude, I would beat the hell outta you!
That was such a gay shit kick! What a queer! So gay and fruity. I gotta
call my Mom so chill…