Danny Doom’s Booze Cabinet

Get yer tix here, you can still will call it! Should be a doooozy!

The small print: This is an early school night show, doors at 8:30, show at 9PM.
Stardeath and White Dwarfs (10:45PM)
Milk at Midnight (9:45PM)
Tin Tin Can (9PM)

UPDATE:

“Three allow-me-to-tell-you-what-you-should-do-with-your-time reasons to do as I say and hippity hop on over to the Subterranean this very evening…

1. Sometimes trolling the internet for shows leads me to discover some pretty lovely local music that has somehow escaped my ears. Such is the case with Chicago’s Milk At Midnight. This stuff is right up my alley (Yes, I have other alleys than just metal ones). Sure, there’s a little old Flaming Lips – You know, when they were a rock band – but more than anything it’s just good old, driving indie rock. Welcome to my ears, Milk At Midnight.”

- Ross Meyerson, Loud Loop Press

That’s tonight! Also with Blah Blah Blah. Good bands, good times, good brews, what more can you ask for?

You can see why I enjoy Sullivan sometimes:

Kristol, who is always wrong…

You can’t go…wrong…with a sentence that begins like that. Kind of reminds me of a song…oh yeah, this one!

Here’s something different: check out Milk at Midnight’s version of “Planet Telex,” the great Radiohead song off of “The Bends,” streaming here at MilkSpace. If you like it you can buy it here.

They forgot the “Less” and the “Acid”! Well, no booze picture today, just a message of Love.

Tonight! Tuesday August 25
FREE Show!
Double Door
1572 N Milwaukee Ave
Chicago, IL
9pm 21+
w/Blah Blah Blah, Camera and Dead Dream
MaM plays 2nd, approx. 9:45pm
Did I mention that it’s FREE?!?

I’m not saying I’m going to ever update it, but I wanted to save the name, so The Booze Cabinet is officially a twit! I mean, a tweet. Uh, whatevs, https://twitter.com/boozecabinet is the address, and while we’re at it, Milk at Midnight has one too: https://twitter.com/milkmidnight and that’s more likely to be updated with things. So there. I still think Twitter is rather silly and unnecessary, what with all the other sites and stuff, but dannydoom and milkatmidnight were both taken, so I figured I’d better save these while I can (it’s milkmidnight, without the “at“).

Wow, I went to bed early last night. I don’t think I’ve been asleep before 11pm in quite a while. Had a great time co-hosting with Adam and The Listener on Vocolo yesterday, three hours of stimulating conversation from music to politics to how much my baby’s gonna cost me (answer: a lot). Also sprinkled in some Milk at Midnight tunes. And we broke the news about John Hughes’ death, sadly. Check out this pretty moving tribute to the man who made the movies we grew up on. I think there will be an archived podcast type of thing up but it doesn’t appear to be there just yet. I think it’ll be at this link.

It’s just really slow. I had no idea when I picked up the Illinois Entertainer Saturday night that we were in it, I was just killing time before the show. Hey, it only took 8 months or so since we sent in the album for this review, but since it’s such a nice one we’re ok with it, especially the last line:

Milk at Midnight’s third release, Less Love More Acid (Stars/No Stars) finds the trio alternating between heart-stirring indie pop (”Sticks In My Stomach”), Killers danceability (”Kristol Ball”), and bombast worthy of Muse (the title track). “The Leaning Tower Of Astigmatism” opens with a riff that’s a little bit country and a little bit “Big Bird In Japan,” while “Lost Highway” drowns in a cacophony of psychedelia. Rarely does an album’s full track listing consist of must-hear ditties, but here’s a perfect dozen. (www.milkatmidnight.com)
– Janine Schaults

I have no idea what “Big Bird in Japan” is. Buy it on vinyl, or digitally, at Stars/No Stars. Also iTunes, CD Baby, Rhapsody, Amazon, etc.

I guess we’re in the Red Eye but I haven’t seen it, only the online version on Metromix, with this wonderful description:

Milk at Midnight
Aug. 1 at Martyrs’
Locals’ “Less Love More Acid” offers bad advice but plenty of plaintive, impressive indie rock tunes.

Alright! Bad advice, indeed. And somewhere in there is our picture as well, reproduced here for your pleasure:

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.

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.

This place we played last weekend was a record store and an all-ages venue, so they gave us these little paper bags to put around our beers. Very effective, I thought. As you can see, I double-bagged it for safety. I also had to mark mine with a “D” to keep scavengers at bay. Despite all the ornamentation it is, sadly, just a Busch beer underneath that inpenetrable sheath.

Cruise control at 70! Here’s to the MaM Van and its top-notch performance this past weekend on the journey to the Quad Cities. Temps were around zero and blowing snow on the way home, and yet she never flinched. I’m proud of you, little camper. You betcha I am.

Milk at Midnight #4

bite-size stars obediently dance in your brain -they couldn’t be that small in real life but when the explosion’s over you’ll have evolve-melted into an angel that can’t even see stars, ’cause whaddaya know, you’ll be livin’ in one – so that’s where they were hiding heaven!

- 12/12/08 Empty Bottle

Thax Douglas