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
“My what a big cape you have”.
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).
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.
I always have a great time at Art Fair on the Square in Madison. The only tough part is walking through the crowds and getting recognized, well, on account off the inordinately large number of Danger Boy portrait artists that show at the fair. My only complaint is that most of them make me look much shorter than I actually am.
The Locals played the Chicago Pride Fest and the Milwaukee Pride Fest. I had a great time at both. It really got me to thinking, “what am I, Danger Boy proud of”, “what are the colors on my freak-flag, and who’s flag poll do i want to run it up?”. After all of the soul searching (between songs), I have compiled a list of things I am proud of:
