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“Outsiders,” says David Moye, “have the wrong idea about San Diego. They think of us as these laid-back fish taco eating surfers.”
Wait -- we’re not?
“No.” Moye says this in response to an inquiry about a song he composed and posted on Facebook earlier this week. It is titled "A Tribute to the Real Home wreckers of San Diego."
“People don't really understand that we have a budding industry of fame-hungry females happily willing to take whatever crumbs are offered.” The song is a quick tour of infamous local flings with celebs that have ended in litigation, divorce, disaster, public embarrassment, or all of the above.
“San Diego has the cutest little home wreckers / Ask any B-grade celebrity / Ashton Kutcher did it with a chick he met at the Gaslamp / Jesse James did with Bombshell McGee.”
Moye, 46, of La Mesa, calls himself an “insensitive singer-songwriter.” He has a little Leon Redbone in his sound, and has accompanied himself at various times on ukulele or acoustic guitar. In the past Moye has worked as a telephone psychic (he once did a reading for Bret Michaels of Poison,) a busker, a publicist, and an editor at the now defunct Wireless Flash. When not writing music Moye writes news of the weird for a variety of outlets including AOL News and the Huffington Post.
Moye as musician is an on-again off-again proposition. In the past, he has performed at various neighborhood open mic nights and local coffee shops including the Café Libertalia in Hillcrest.
But Moye says he harbors no resent for local hotties that aspire to a taste of fame, “even if that means sticking one’s tongue in Ashton Kutcher's mouth. Guys should know better and be willing to follow their marriage vows.” Moye is in fact married and the father of two. “But,” he says, “I believe this is a potential selling point.” As in home wrecking bimbos as tourist attraction.
Mariah Yeater went to L.A. to find a baby daddy / She singled out Justin Bieber / In hopes she could afford a Caddy.”
“This song took four minutes to write, which is three minutes and 30 seconds longer than Mariah Yeater claims her sex session with Justin Bieber lasted.”
San Diego has the cutest little home wreckers / Hope some day you get one for your own / Come for the fish tacos / Stay for the home wrecking hoes / San Diego, you’re my home.
As of this writing, nine people have ‘liked’ "A Tribute to the Real Home wreckers of San Diego."
“Outsiders,” says David Moye, “have the wrong idea about San Diego. They think of us as these laid-back fish taco eating surfers.”
Wait -- we’re not?
“No.” Moye says this in response to an inquiry about a song he composed and posted on Facebook earlier this week. It is titled "A Tribute to the Real Home wreckers of San Diego."
“People don't really understand that we have a budding industry of fame-hungry females happily willing to take whatever crumbs are offered.” The song is a quick tour of infamous local flings with celebs that have ended in litigation, divorce, disaster, public embarrassment, or all of the above.
“San Diego has the cutest little home wreckers / Ask any B-grade celebrity / Ashton Kutcher did it with a chick he met at the Gaslamp / Jesse James did with Bombshell McGee.”
Moye, 46, of La Mesa, calls himself an “insensitive singer-songwriter.” He has a little Leon Redbone in his sound, and has accompanied himself at various times on ukulele or acoustic guitar. In the past Moye has worked as a telephone psychic (he once did a reading for Bret Michaels of Poison,) a busker, a publicist, and an editor at the now defunct Wireless Flash. When not writing music Moye writes news of the weird for a variety of outlets including AOL News and the Huffington Post.
Moye as musician is an on-again off-again proposition. In the past, he has performed at various neighborhood open mic nights and local coffee shops including the Café Libertalia in Hillcrest.
But Moye says he harbors no resent for local hotties that aspire to a taste of fame, “even if that means sticking one’s tongue in Ashton Kutcher's mouth. Guys should know better and be willing to follow their marriage vows.” Moye is in fact married and the father of two. “But,” he says, “I believe this is a potential selling point.” As in home wrecking bimbos as tourist attraction.
Mariah Yeater went to L.A. to find a baby daddy / She singled out Justin Bieber / In hopes she could afford a Caddy.”
“This song took four minutes to write, which is three minutes and 30 seconds longer than Mariah Yeater claims her sex session with Justin Bieber lasted.”
San Diego has the cutest little home wreckers / Hope some day you get one for your own / Come for the fish tacos / Stay for the home wrecking hoes / San Diego, you’re my home.
As of this writing, nine people have ‘liked’ "A Tribute to the Real Home wreckers of San Diego."