The first time I saw David
Samuel Project play, I thought
To my self, “This cat is way too
pretty to make good music.”
Standing on stage with a
Bandanna wrapping his blond
Locks, mirrored glasses
Reflecting neon beer signs over
His eyes and the posture of a
Rock deity, he looked more like
a male model than a road-
weary musician.
Then the group started to play,
And any thought of the word
“poseurs” was wiped from my
mind with the ferocity of a
Texas flood.


















