I went down to Reggies on Saturday night to see The Locals and The Weasel. You may know him as “Ben Weasel” or “Screetching Weasel”, but I call him “The Weasel”. That bastard owes me 6 bucks.
So, I showed up on Sat to try and collect my money. I’ll tell you that story in a minute… Anyway, I couldnt get in to see Ben Weasel, cause the Weasel was sold out. But I did hang out at the bar, Reggies Music Joint, met some really cool people, and the sound was really awesome. Great bar, dug it!
Ok, so Ben Weasel owe’s me $6.00
We were on the strip in Vegas in 1986 and he really wanted some chili cheese fries but “forgot” (insert air quotes here) his wallet. So I lent him the cash. Did he ever pay me back? No. And it was THOSE chili cheese fries gave him a rare intestinal disease called “Acute Screetching Weasel”. Hmmm hmm, guess where he got his band name. Freaking weasel.
Any way- I caught the whole thing on my 30lb beta video camera. But the tape was mysteriously destroyed. Here is a re-inactment
Go ahead and say it. I deserve it. It’s taken me so long to get these pics up from The Locals CD Release party. I’m a dick. Yes. Ok, we all agree. Now shut your pie hole and enjoy the photos. Ok wait, there arent that many, well let me explain. It was so friggin hot in the club we thought it would be on the evil side to ask you all to stay down there in the the fiery pit of hell and pose for a picture.
These poor miserable bastards are the ones we did make stand in the fiery pit of hell and pose. Why? Naughty monkeys, you know why!
Well it’s about freakin time! I mean, I’ve been licked, kissed, kidnapped, washed, tossed, used as a beer bong.. you name it - I’ve done it for The Locals… and finally I get my own interview. It’s a victory for plastic mascots everywhere.
Finally you can get a look “under the cape”, get a look “behind the mask”, read the interview here: Gogirlsmusic.com Interview with, ME, Danger Boy
Either the camera batteries were dying or a lot of people at this show were totally possessed. Not sure which. Thanks to all who sent their bday wishes along to me. My birthday was April 22nd, Earth Day. Yeah, I’m a hippy. I get a lot of shit from my lame ass hippy friends though cause I’m made of plastic, so what? I’m not sitting in a big landfill. I’m headed to the Rock and Roll music Hall of Fame one day. Good thing I’m plastic, I’ll outlive you all. Except GI Joe (but don’t get me started on that a-hole, stole my jeep).
Well I dated a 7 inch Betsy Wetsy back in 99. And I once knew a 5 inch chick that went by the name of Betty, but I’ve actually never met an 8 Inch Betsy… that is until this weekend. They kicked ass, played fast and hard and then flipped me off. So, of course. I love them. What can I say, I’m a sucker for the betsy’s, the bettys and all the barbies inbetween.
8 Inch Betsy with 5 inch Danger Boy
I also met these ladies who were a bit shocked at the size of my……..cape. (It is larger in person than it appears on the web.)
“My what a big cape you have”.
I also got quite the cape licking from Ripley Caine, was sandwiched, quite tastily in-between Erica and Arnold of The Blissters…yeah it was a good night.
The Locals played this past weekend at “The GoGirls Invasion” a South By party in which guitar wielding women from around the globe descend upon the unsuspecting people of Austin, TX. Ok, maybe the the people suspected something, I mean it was SXSW weekend, ok yeah, they all knew. Anyway, it was a great show. Madalyn (Gogirlsmusic.com’s founder) did a great job putting it all together (see my pic with her below).
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Hey, Danger Boy here, welcoming you to my new page. I am the guidance and wisdom behind The Locals and despite what they may say, I run the show. You dont see any of their names in the navigation buttons above, do ya? I think I’ve made my point. Come to a show and meet me… we’ll get drunk, take some pictures and if your lucky, I’ll take you home.
Right now I’m featuring my “best of” collection from the past. I’m still getting my page together (these little plastic fingers can only type so fast), so check back soon for pictures and blogs from new shows, as well as my extensive library of past show pictures, blogs, wisdom and comments about your mother.
Ok, so I’ve been a little behind (no pun intended), these last couple of months, with posting the photos from the shows. And of course, when anyone with my massive star power drops of the grid for a while, well the rumer mill starts to churn out some real doozies. Is Danger Boy leaving show biz? Did Danger Boy and Paris Hilton sneak off for a hush hush wedding? Does Danger Boy ever wash that cape? I’ve heard them all and well, let me set the record straight right now….
I had some work done. There I said it. I had plastic surgery. It’s not as vain and apolling as it may sound, because people, I AM MADE OF PLASTIC. So really, it’s 100% organic and natural. So shut your pie hole about it ok? A little “enhancement” for a little plastic guy like me is no crime. So I had the index finger on my right hand enlarged, my mask lifted and my hair sanded. So what? I feel great.
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