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 He was a musician living in Oakland who reminded friends of an experimental Bob Dylan, with a raspy voice and an aptitude for throwing singer-songwriter conventions to the wind in the pursuit of his art. 
  
 Dave Deporis was killed in the middle of the day Wednesday in Oakland when he ran after the getaway car of the robber who took his laptop and ended up being dragged and run over, police said. 
  
 The incident unfolded about 12:35 p.m. when at least one person snatched Deporis’ laptop as he worked at a cafe on Telegraph Avenue, near Rich Street, in the Temescal neighborhood, police said. 
  
 Witnesses said the 40-year-old Deporis grabbed on to the side of a red Audi sport utility vehicle the robber jumped in and was briefly dragged until he slipped beneath the wheels of the vehicle and was run over. 
  
 I found out that the beautiful musician #DaveDeporis has passed away... I first heard him years ago at Sidewalk Cafe https://t.co/DiI63yfmMD — regina spektor (@respektor) August 10, 2017 
  
 No arrests were made in the robbery, and Deporis was pronounced dead at a local hospital. 
  
 “The saddest news. ... I’m so sorry to hear it. ... Rest In Peace,” popular singer Regina Spektor wrote of Deporis in a condolence posted on Twitter. 
  
 Deporis kept all of his music on the stolen laptop, said Chris Vogel, a close friend. That’s everyone’s best guess for why he chased down that Audi, Vogel said. 
  
 To his friends, and the musical community worldwide, Deporis, according to Vogel, was something of an “international man of mystery.” To say that he was from Oakland would be misleading, considering he grew up in Florida, spent time in New York and only made it back to the Bay Area in recent months. 
  
 He somehow knew everyone and was everywhere at once, but never seemed to hold down a full-time job, Vogel said, because he was always chasing his dream of playing music for a living. 
  
 Deporis would tote his acoustic guitar everywhere he went, Vogel said, leading impromptu jam sessions with a variety of musicians of a variety of skill levels. What mattered to Deporis, his friends said, were the people who surrounded him and the music they played together. Just about everything else was of secondary concern. 
  
 He “very rarely” accepted any money for his gigs, Vogel said, adding that Deporis wasn’t overly concerned with how to make a living. He was concerned with living itself, Vogel said. 
  
 “He’s a performer in every sense of the word,” Vogel said. “At the drop of a hat, he could play music for people. ... If there was a musician who could kind of break that fourth wall and draw the audience in, it was him.” 
  
 His unconventional guitar undertones are featured in his music, which is widely available online. Deporis could shift from a low murmur to a throaty yell in a matter of seconds, a testament to his vocal range, friends said. 
  
 In one of his songs, “The Darkness,” Deporis crooned, “there’s something burning in my eyes, and I can’t tell you what it is/ There’s something turning in my mind, and I am not sure what it is.” 
  
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 Later in that same track, he sang “just like Bob Dylan played his songs,” a fleeting reference to one of his musical role models. 
  
 “You were willing to sing in the ocean until it got dark, and I was willing to follow you,” one friend posted on Facebook in memory of Deporis. “Thank you.” 
  
 Another friend of Deporis, a musician who lives in Oakland who asked that his name not be used, described him as having an unbelievably wide circle of friends, someone who made new ones everywhere he went. 
  
 The friend said he last saw Deporis at yet another impromptu show in Oakland at the end of last week. At that show, like at others, Deporis was a “mover and a shaker,” the friend said, someone who had a larger-than-life presence. 
  
 Deporis had recently been couch-surfing in the Bay Area, but friends said they did not think twice about helping him, whether that was putting him up in their living room for a night or two, cooking him dinner or just shooting the breeze. 
  
 “He was a great storyteller and had all sorts of crazy stories that sometimes you weren’t sure that you believed 100 percent, but you would still just listen to them because they were so good,” the friend said. 
  
 Another friend, Robert Martin, said via email that he believed Deporis’ untitled and latest album — which was not finished — was on the stolen laptop. Martin, who is now in Germany, said he was planning a memorial for Deporis upon his return. 
  
 The suspicion that there was no backup of the album was confirmed by a number of people who knew the late musician. 
  
 “His friends and his music are everything to him, and that’s probably why he was as gung-ho about getting his computer back as he was,” Vogel said. “All of his music was recorded on his computer, and most everyone else would have let it go.” 
  
 Michael Bodley and Filipa Ioannou are San Francisco Chronicle staff writers. Email: mbodley@sfchronicle.com, fioannou@sfchronicle.com, Twitter: @michael_bodley, @obioannoukenobi ||||| photo credit - Gabriel Gurrola 
  
 I’ve got a couple questions for you dear reader. “Questions? That’s never a good way to start an essay,” you say. Maybe not, but I’m damn short on perfect answers at the moment. I might as well tell you that from Jump Street. My first question is something I can already hear you asking: “What place does a story about an artist have in the vaunted pages of Forbes?” Let me take a stab at it. Anyone who makes something materialize out of nothing, that is, anyone who makes a sale, who invents a product or service, who goes to bat on behalf of their people, anyone who seeks to inspire, to invent, to persuade, to grow and to enlighten others needs to know that they too, are artists —and I’ve got a story about a great one, a man I know you’ve never heard of. Here's another query. Why was I up at 2:15 AM last night on Facebook? Well, that’s long and involved and like everything else in the world, it relates to everything else —that is, if you’re imaginative enough to connect the dots. 
  
 But it was on Facebook that I got the shocking news that my friend Dave Deporis had died. The details were scant; I still haven’t gotten many, other than the fact that he was hit by a car. And here’s one last question (I told you they were comin): Why should you care about Dave Deporis? Dave was a guy, in his late thirties or early forties, a musician, a singer, and a songwriter. “So what?” you say. I get that. There are so many so-called musicians strumming on their guitars as to make the very idea of writing about yet another one, irrelevant. 
  
 I was first made aware of Dave through a friend of mine named Daniel Greenspan, that’s Professor Daniel Greenspan to you, a Professor of philosophy who specializes in Kierkegaard. Oh yeah, and Daniel’s also an amazing jazz guitar player and he’s got exquisite taste. So when he asked me if I wanted to help produce an album by some guy named Dave Deporis I figured it was definitely worth a listen. Let me be straight with you. When I heard the first several bars of Dave’s demo I wasn’t sure if it was joke or not. His voice was weird and whiny, like an edgy teenage girl with a warbling tremolo that would sound off like a tropical bird in heat at the end of each his elongated phrases. 
  
 Here’s my take on recorded music. There’s music that sounds pretty good. That is, it’s professionally done, well crafted, in-tune —made by folks that know what they’re doing. I accept that it’s, for lack of a better description —pretty good. Then there’s stuff that just plain sucks. I can hear it, and after about four seconds (literally, sometimes less), I know beyond a doubt that it’s just fu$%ing horrible; terrible lyrics, no groove, and so un-masterfully wrought that it begs to be turned off or burned; which ever can be accomplished more quickly. But then, there’s music that comes from the unknown. Music with a strangeness that is at first, both annoying and arresting, music with a depth which proves that it issues from the mind of someone who has known pain and hope and unthinkable sorrow —someone, in other words, who knows a bit about life, and not from the outside, but from the core. Dave is that musician. |||||
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A beloved Bay Area musician died Wednesday as he pursued somebody who snatched the laptop that had all his music on it. Dave Deporis, 40, chased the person who stole his laptop from a cafe in Oakland in the middle of the day and ended up being run over by their vehicle, the San Francisco Chronicle reports. Witnesses say Deporis grabbed the side of the thief's red Audi SUV and was dragged before he slipped under the wheels. Friends say the laptop held all Deporis' music, including an unfinished new album. "His friends and his music are everything to him, and that's probably why he was as gung-ho about getting his computer back as he was," friend Chris Vogel says. No arrests have been made. Deporis, a singer-songwriter, had an unconventional style that associates likened to an experimental Bob Dylan. " The saddest news... I'm so sorry to hear it..." tweeted singer Regina Spektor. "Rest In Peace." Deporis "was a person who had both enormous musical facility, and a rare and generous empathy—empathy being the tool by which only a great artist is able to touch the soul," writes singer-songwriter Peter Himmelman in a moving tribute at Forbes, recalling record companies' efforts to get him to persuade Deporis to record more. His music deserved to be widely heard, but "there was no way I was going pressure him to do something that he didn't want to do," Himmelman writes.