Danny Doom’s Booze Cabinet

It’s going to be a busy week, and I’ll be gone on Thursday, so this is it for now. Where am I going? Well, a journey to the center of my mind. I mean, Wisconsin. The center of it. It is a grand and noble mission: Milk at Midnight will be performing, for the first time ever, the long-incubating rock opera/concept album in its entirety at a fest in Montello, WI.

The (still!) as-yet-untitled rock opera is based on the life and times of the fictional daredevil known only as Revie. The musical journey follows the once-world famous star’s fall from grace and his epic drive toward redemption as he realizes the only way to win back the love of his life—and the fame he once had—is to get back on the bike and make one final jump! Will he make it???

So that’s where my head is at. Barring the death of any more major superstars, I’ll be gone til next week. Happy Birthday, America, and don’t let gravity keep you down.

Photo taken at Foster Ave. beach.

From our 1st wedding anniversary, June 14, finally finishing off the bottle of Don Julio from Mexico. Baby got wasted.

I’d like to think of this picture…instead of this one:

Hard to believe these are the same people. I don’t really understand what happened to Michael Jackson, but I have a feeling that his childhood kind of ruined the rest of his life.  He was not a normal person. It’s a sad thing, but I don’t feel personally sad. It’s just very weird because he’s been around for all of our lives, as a singer and entertainer, and now he’s not. I should feel just as sad about Farrah Fawcett but you know, these are people who are posters and tv shows. I didn’t love Michael Jackson’s music but it’s always been there, and I respect some of it. I know that “Thriller” is a classic, and I have the album…I’m just writing now to try and figure out how I feel.

The biggest thing to me is that I recently wrote something, fictional, that was based on an abandoned “Neverland” type of estate. Hard to describe or put into context, but let’s just say that Jackson’s amusement park fantasyland was the inspiration for a chapter. It may be sadder now than even intentioned originally, but I’ll have to see.

In retrospect, I think that Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson were two of the most unhappiest millionaires there ever was. Billionaires? They had lots of money, yes they did. What else?

Ummm, Michael Jackson died? That’s the story as of now. Weird.

I like how Jon Stewart put it: just another politician with a conservative mind and a liberal penis. Can we just stop now and forget about family values as an issue, Republican nutbags? It’s a joke. You can’t get all worked up about Bill Clinton’s penis and then pretend like yours is any different. A liberal penis is a liberal penis, and there isn’t any other kind!

OK, I suppose there may be a few conservative penises out there, but does anyone want anything to do with them? No. Of course not. Don’t be silly. This is why there is so much repression on the right: the conservative mind can’t reconcile the liberal leanings that linger in their pants. Eventually it’s a-gonna burst! And oh, that’s when things get ugly.

Anyway, more good times, nothing like another sex scandal involving a “family values” Republican, it never ends.

Nixon’s back in the news with more tapes–always more tapes–and fun-loving quotes that will continue to shape new generations of opinion toward him. Like this gem:

“There are times when abortions are necessary — I know that. . . . Suppose you have a black and a white, or a rape.”

When it comes to the Original Dick, though, I like to defer to the good Doctor, Hunter S. Thompson, for words. Such as:

If there were any such thing as true justice in this world, his rancid carcass would be somewhere down around Easter Island right now, in the belly of a hammerhead shark

If the right people had been in charge of Nixon’s funeral, his casket would have been launched into one of those open-sewage canals that empty into the ocean just south of Los Angeles. He was a swine of a man and a jabbering dupe of a president. Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning. Even his funeral was illegal. He was queer in the deepest way. His body should have been burned in a trash bin.

Pure beauty. God, I miss Thompson. But one quote that really sticks out, that gives some perspective, is this one from 2004 regarding the potential (re)-election of George Bush:

“Nixon was a professional politician, and I despised everything he stood for — but if he were running for president this year against the evil Bush-Cheney gang, I would happily vote for him.”

More Sonic Youth, from last night’s Jimmy Fallon. Yeah, I’ll be there Saturday night, looking forward to seeing the old gang again. I love this band!

From the weekend up in Michigan.

That’s a lonely Beck’s surrounded by Coronas in a Mexican standoff that the German cannot win. Just give in and accept it, peace shall come to those who want it. I do enjoy the taste of Beck’s though. This is from CJ’s Lounge in Rockford, where MaM played a couple of week’s ago. Good times.

Be glad McCain isn’t calling the shots:

Every last statement he’s made–at least, those that I’ve seen–has been (a) fabulously uninformed and (b) dangerously bellicose…The point is, neoconservatives like McCain and Wehner just can’t seem to quit their dangerous habit of making broad, extreme statements based on ideology rather than detailed knowledge of the situation in Iran and elsewhere. This was always the main problem with McCain’s candidacy–he would have been a trigger-happy President, just as Wehner’s old boss, George W. Bush, was. We are well out of that.

Just imagine if McCain and that Wackjob Palin were in there. Jeezuz! That was a close one! Palin–hardly worth mentioning her ridiculous Letterman feud–we knew was unfit for the job, but McCain? He should know better. Don’t these guys know how to handle things in a cool calm manner?

Alright, I’ll mention that ridiculous Letterman feud. What a friggin nut, this woman. What a bullet we dodged with this one! And what an insight into the people who follow her, with this Fire Letterman protest that drew 15 people. Watch the video at that link and know that America is a little saner with these people on the outermost fringes and not in power.

But this is perfect, Dave’s Top Ten last night: Things Overheard at the Fire Dave Letterman Rally. I really hope he keeps on pushing this thing like he did when McCain canceled on him. Enough with the apologies, Dave!

This is important stuff. More important than our fly-killing president, if you can believe it. I’m talking about beer, and this new book “Tasting Beer: An Insider’s Guide to the World’s Greatest Drink.” I wish I could have read it before I drank two Busch beers and a High Life, all in cans, last night. Yes, three little beers and my head is aching. Another unjust hangover in my world. Obama can kill a fly but what can he do about this serious problem? Tell me to drink better beer? That’s the easy bailout. I want justice!

From the article:

Along the way, he shares little gems, such as debunking advertising claims (Rocky Mountain water? Lies.) and how to pour a beer (directly in the middle of a glass produces a rich, creamy head; “trickling down the side … will result in a too-gassy beer with little aroma and a poor, quickly dissipating head”).

Whether it does or not, this is how it should happen. Not by an act of war from the U.S. but from within, the way revolutions do. Cheers to the people of Iran who have taken it up with their government, or whatever it is you call it there–regime, assholery. Just think, if Bill Kristol and many others of his gang had their way, we could have killed many of these same people in the name of democracy for the Middle East. Weird how they become brave heroes when they do it themselves, as opposed to enemies of war when we do it for them.

How many young Iraqis did not live to be able to choose their own revolution, I wonder?

That’s right, we’re back to normal, and if it doesn’t look normal to you then clear your cache or get on Firefox cuz IE sucks! Whatever, we still have a few minor tweaks to make but this is essentially the new and improved Booze Cabinet. It may not look that different to you but oh, the innards of this baby are just teeming with brand new parts and shiny things. I could probably launch a missile from somewhere inside of here. So let’s begin again…

Cancun, Mexico