“I'm at the age where if I can't envision a real future then it's a total waste of time,” he says. I've never even written a lyric past sundown.” He has a girlfriend now, his first in seven years, but when he was single, he would make sure to schedule a date per week. When he makes music, he’s not enjoying himself at late-night studio sessions. When we speak in May, he’s in the process of editing season two of Dave, grinding out minimum 10 hour days, seven days a week.īurd is an extremely affable person, which can obscure the fact that this rigor extends to all aspects of his life. He’s fanatical, approaching moments high and low with the same degree of meticulousness. Hidden in that stream of CGI shit is the key to Burd’s success.
“I had to send pictures of shit and Google ‘diarrhea’ and be like, ‘Well, I think it needs to be a little bit thicker, it looks too much Coca-Cola right now.’ There was a whole thread and such serious, long paragraphs describing it.” “At first, I was really unhappy with the look and feel of the shit,” he explains. Enter post-production, which involved CGI and endless rounds of notes. First, there was a machine specially built to simulate Dave getting diarrhea-who says American innovation is dying?-but it broke as soon as he strapped it to his back. He proceeds to eagerly let me in on some television magic. “I'd never seen actual shit on TV, you know what I mean?” The 33-year-old is wearing a pale pink tie-dye sweatshirt and periodically sipping from a bottle of Martinelli’s sparkling apple juice. “I'm glad you said that,” Burd says, grinning from his Venice, Los Angeles home.
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