Monday, August 6
Win $100 Worth Of CDP Merch!!!
On Thursday, August 23, the High Noon Saloon in Madison will be throwing a Lingerie & Pajama Party! Shed your clothes to raise money for St. Vincent De Paul, and win fantastic prizes!Doors are at 9pm, and there will be 3 DJ's performing, along with Madison caburlesque cuties, Foxy Veronica's Peach Pies!
It costs $10 to get in, but you'll get $3 off if you take off your street clothes at the door and donate them directly to St. Vinnies! There will be music, spirits and a classy time had by all.
The CDP is sponsoring this event, and to celebrate, we'll be giving away a CDP Gift Basket valued at over $100! Shirts, mugs, mousepads, messenger bags, stickers, buttons; you name it, it's in there!
If I go the entire night without meeting a new CDP fan, please understand that I'll be ruined. Do not let this happen. Other sponsors for the event include Dane 101, Credit Covers, Context Clothing and A Woman's Touch. Saucy!
Ben from Killer Sandbox Productions will be joining me as well, rolling tape and filming the whimsical happenings. Do say hello; I'll be the guy dressed like Hugh Hefner in 1965 with a mound of Martini olives under my chair. Ben will be the guy with the camera; don't bother him while he's working, please. He sleeps naked, so I honestly don't know what he's going to wear.
Click on the flier for a huge version of it, and direct any questions to me either in the comments section, or via communistdance@yahoo.com. Come out, drop some inhibitions and say hello!
Oh, and if you can't make it out and want to pick up some CDP Merch anyway, please visit The CDP Store!
Friday, August 3
Random Rules Friday.
Here's one that could use some reader participation in the comments section.
I've been listening to my iPod on 'random' this morning, and here are the last 20 tracks played; no skipping over embarrassing tracks allowed:
'Are You Experienced?' - Devo - Pioneers Who Got Scalped: The Anthology
(Devo is the best. I don't think there's another band out there that encapsulates my socio-political beliefs more perfectly than these guys.)
'Becky & The Girls' - The Automatics - The Automatics
(Early 90's Mutant Pop that's still just as much fun to listen to today. Think Screeching Weasel, but catchier and...you know...good.)
'Is He Your Boyfriend?' - Antifreeze - Four Letter Words
(A Wisconsin pop-punk band that signed with Kung-Fu records several years back. I think my band played with them once or twice. Bleh.)
'Follow You Down' - Gin Blossoms - Outside Looking In: The Hits
(This song is great. I listen to it once every few weeks, and I never tire of it. The Gin Blossoms wrote some classic 90's rock songs.)
'The Party Song' - Blink-182 - Enema Of The State
(I haven't heard this album in forever. It wasn't all that bad, it was just seriously overplayed. I can still play this on the drums, sadly.)
'Jennifer' - Letters To Cleo - Wholesale Meats & Fish
(Kay Hanley = Better than you, and the voice of Josie & The Pussycats to boot! She has a great voice, writes great lyrics and is a Red Sox fan. Done.)
'New Blue Moon' - Traveling Wilburys - Volume 3
(I thought the best assembling of musicians on Earth would have played better music. Maybe it's still out there, but I haven't found it yet.)
'Strange Magic' - Electric Light Orchestra - Strange Magic: The Collection
(ELO is one of my favorite bands of all time. Jeff Lynne is an absolute genius in the studio, and wrote some of the catchiest and most memorable tunes ever.)
'Blue Moon' - Less Than Jake - Greased
(Another song I haven't heard in awhile. Less Than Jake covered the Grease soundtrack for some reason, and it's pretty awesome if you're a fan of the band.)
'Ashtray Monument' - Jawbreaker - 24 Hour Revenge Therapy
(For as much as I adore Jawbreaker, Algebra One took their formula and beat them at their own game. This is probably their best album, however.)
'Birds' - ALL - Live Plus One
(This is my favorite live album, because Ben is in the front row, and you can hear him on like, 5 different songs. Oh, and ALL rules.)
'Enough' - Dance Hall Crashers - The Live Record
(This is probably one of DHC's best tracks, which isn't saying too much. They were cute and catchy and all, but there were just too many better bands in the genre.)
'How's My Driving, Doug Hastings?' - Less Than Jake - Losing Streak
(Hey, another LTJ song! Losing Streak was the first LTJ record I ever bought, and their next release, Hello Rockview, is one of my Top 5 favorite albums ever.)
'On And On And On' - Catch 22 - Catch 22 Live
(Another ska track? At least it's a song from Keasbey Nights, the universally-accepted Greatest 3rd Wave Album Of All-Time, hands-freaking down.)
'A New Part Of Town' - Matt Pond PA - The Green Fury
(Matt Pond PA should be sharing radio and Pitchfork-space with Death Cab & The Shins. Why they aren't as popular is beyond me; they're just as good, if not better.)
'Zak And Sara' - Ben Folds - Rockin' The Suburbs
(Ben Folds has written some of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. This isn't necessarily one of them, but that's okay. I still wish he'd get back together with Darren and Robert.)
'If Only' - Goldfinger - Hang Ups
(A lot of punks got pissed at Goldfinger when they put out a ska-influenced album, but I think that in terms of songwriting, this might be their best album besides Open Your Eyes.)
'The Sporting Life' - The Decemberists - Picaresque
(This song is great because Colin takes a typical, whiny-emo premise (I suck at sports), and crafts it the way only he can. One of the most gifted current songwriters, no doubt.)
'Broken Drum' - Beck - Guero
(For all intents and purposes, we should be completely sick of Beck and his schtick by now, but we're kind of not. It's the same feeling I have for the Beastie Boys.)
'Streetlights' - Josh Rouse - Nashville
(Josh Rouse is a dick, and I've only liked 4 of his songs. Still though, that's a far better percentage that Ryan Adams currently has in my book.)
So, my question to you is, what are the last few songs you've heard today? What did you play in the car? Hear on the radio? At work? There is no self-editing allowed; just the most recent songs, period, love them or hate them.
Sound off in the comments section and let us know the most recent songs in your head. Enjoy your weekend, yo.
Thursday, August 2
CDP Wayback Machine - Wedding Edition.
(Exactly one year ago today, I officiated my very first wedding for my aunt and uncle. Let's go back to the original post I wrote documenting that day in 2006, while I nap quietly in the corner. Shut the lights off when you leave, please.)
"The Wedding Post" - Originally posted August 2, 2006.
After a solid week of fighting the flu, I awoke in my Grandparent's den at 7am on Saturday. In less than nine hours, I was to officiate my very first wedding in front of 100 people.
As soon as I got up from the couch, I took a photo of myself to document this joyous occasion.
(Censored for your protection. I was an absolute mess.)
I had to get better, fast.
I had slept for about 18 minutes the night before. For one, I was terrified of what sort of fools I would make the bride and groom to be; as well as what I could do to further fling myself down the ladder of respect within my family.
It was about 80 degrees in the den, so my sleep was ravaged with sweaty nightmares and subconscious ramblings. I kept thinking I didn't have the ceremony written down or I had to add something very important at the last minute. For a second, I actually thought that God was making me sick on purpose because He didn't want me to pretend to be religious. He knew I didn't practice an organized religion or go to church, so perhaps a few stray viruses my way would set me straight.
Fortunately for the happy couple (and unfortunately for my mortal soul), I fought through that crap.


The setting was the backyard of the happy couple, and it was quite beautiful. My mom had taken her duties as Wedding Planner to the next level, creating a fantastic landscape and comfortable area for said wedding. There was even a deluxe Port-A-Potty. Very posh.
Too bad it was 800 degrees out. It was three hours before showtime and we were plowing through sunscreen and Deep Woods Off! like it was going out of style.


As the wedding party scrambled around, setting things up before the guests arrived, I poured over my script for the millionth time, making sure it was exactly the way I wanted it.

I've done public speaking before, and I'm decent enough at it when I have to be. It's not like I prefer it or anything; it's just that people naturally assume that I'd be comfortable addressing a room full of people for some reason. This probably has something to do with me essentially doing it every day on this page. However, real life doesn't have a Backspace button. So, if I were to get up on the podium and start swearing or wet my pants, that would pretty much be the end of it.
In the end, I just have to trust my material. I don't like to ad-lib very much and go off-course; I like to know exactly what I'm going to say and how I'm a-gunna say it. Makes me feel safe.
I didn't feel safe today.
Before I knew it, guests were taking their seats and the Missus was straightening my tie. I honestly remember my own wedding as less stressful; it probably had something to do with the heat. My wrists were sweating through my shirt, which cannot possibly be a normal and healthy thing.

(I'm behind the podium, yo. Also, that's the groom with the flower girl, NOT his bride.)
At the start, I was standing up there alone in front of everyone. I could feel them judging me with their eyes. "Why are you up there? You're a fraud. A fraud." I thought I was going to throw up, so I stepped down just as the music started playing. The wedding party emerged, laughing and happy as can be. I saw how genuinely excited and laid back they were about this, and I couldn't help but share their sentiments. After all, hiring me was their idea; they wanted me there for one reason or another, so I just had to do what I did best.
"So, do you want to get married?" I asked them as they reached the podium.
15 minutes later, it was over. Everyone was applauding and crying, and the bride and groom were embracing each other as husband and wife. It was something I never expected to be a part of, and probably will never forget. From what everyone told me, things sounded perfect and everyone did a fantastic job. I took their word for it, because I couldn't think properly.
The Best Man looked at me and said, "Can we get trashed now?"
Amen.

Things got a little blurry, so here are nine things of interest that happened at the reception:
1. At least 4 kegs were drained. My family comes from a long line of drinkers, and they didn't fail to impress. I drank a wine cooler, as I am a stunning pansy sometimes.
2. At some point in the evening, the bride and groom hopped into the flatbed of a truck and sped to the nearest bar for a shot. They didn't return for at least 45 minutes. We contemplated stealing their television.
3. My mom tells me that the truck that drove them to said bar had a DVD player in it that was airing a porno. I'm telling you, when you think Midwest, you should always think 'classy.'
4. While the bride and groom were gone, someone stole money from the many cards they received. The suspicion was that a drug-addicted friend of the family made off with the loot. Yup.
5. I got a taste of what it was like to be a Holy man, in that nobody wants to party with you. A lot of the people there didn't know me, and assumed that this was what I did for a living. Therefore, everyone sidestepped around me, hid their beer and didn't swear. This got very annoying after a while, but I embraced the unexpected respect.
6. Sometime during the night, a fight broke out. Death threats were made, hearts were broken and punches were almost thrown. I was sound asleep by this point in time.

(I'm not fat.)
7. As I was sitting at a table with my wife and mom, my mom noticed a kid playing by one of the rock gardens. She said, "I think that kid crapped his pants."
Sure enough, the small boy was walking around, apparently straining to hold his pantal contents in his jeans. After watching him struggle for a few minutes, we stared in horror as he deposited said contents onto said rock garden. He walked away, certain that nobody just saw him set a pile of feces onto a decorative piece of landscaping.
After a few minutes, people started to take notice. A semi-circle formed around the rock garden, and people were trying to figure out what it was. Photos were taken. Eventually, the truth came out and people scattered, gagging and spitting out whatever happened to be in their mouths at the time. The boy was reunited with his mother, who changed his pants and took him home.
8. After the party, a storm blew through that uprooted the tents and destroyed the CD player.
9. The bride's cat was wearing a bowtie.
None of that last stuff was really my fault, so I still think that the wedding was a complete success. Anything that goes wrong at a reception is blamed on alcohol and instantly forgotten the next day.
It should also be noted that as far as weddings go, I've been an usher, a groomsman, a best man, a groom AND a officiant. This is what's known in the wedding business as 'Batting the Cycle.'
Will I do it again? I don't know. All I know is that I couldn't be happier for my uncle and new aunt, and I wish them nothing but the best from here on out. I'll see you at Christmas.
Sound off in the comments section and enjoy your Thursday.
"The Wedding Post" - Originally posted August 2, 2006.
After a solid week of fighting the flu, I awoke in my Grandparent's den at 7am on Saturday. In less than nine hours, I was to officiate my very first wedding in front of 100 people.
As soon as I got up from the couch, I took a photo of myself to document this joyous occasion.
(Censored for your protection. I was an absolute mess.)
I had to get better, fast.
I had slept for about 18 minutes the night before. For one, I was terrified of what sort of fools I would make the bride and groom to be; as well as what I could do to further fling myself down the ladder of respect within my family.
It was about 80 degrees in the den, so my sleep was ravaged with sweaty nightmares and subconscious ramblings. I kept thinking I didn't have the ceremony written down or I had to add something very important at the last minute. For a second, I actually thought that God was making me sick on purpose because He didn't want me to pretend to be religious. He knew I didn't practice an organized religion or go to church, so perhaps a few stray viruses my way would set me straight.
Fortunately for the happy couple (and unfortunately for my mortal soul), I fought through that crap.


The setting was the backyard of the happy couple, and it was quite beautiful. My mom had taken her duties as Wedding Planner to the next level, creating a fantastic landscape and comfortable area for said wedding. There was even a deluxe Port-A-Potty. Very posh.
Too bad it was 800 degrees out. It was three hours before showtime and we were plowing through sunscreen and Deep Woods Off! like it was going out of style.


As the wedding party scrambled around, setting things up before the guests arrived, I poured over my script for the millionth time, making sure it was exactly the way I wanted it.

I've done public speaking before, and I'm decent enough at it when I have to be. It's not like I prefer it or anything; it's just that people naturally assume that I'd be comfortable addressing a room full of people for some reason. This probably has something to do with me essentially doing it every day on this page. However, real life doesn't have a Backspace button. So, if I were to get up on the podium and start swearing or wet my pants, that would pretty much be the end of it.
In the end, I just have to trust my material. I don't like to ad-lib very much and go off-course; I like to know exactly what I'm going to say and how I'm a-gunna say it. Makes me feel safe.
I didn't feel safe today.
Before I knew it, guests were taking their seats and the Missus was straightening my tie. I honestly remember my own wedding as less stressful; it probably had something to do with the heat. My wrists were sweating through my shirt, which cannot possibly be a normal and healthy thing.

(I'm behind the podium, yo. Also, that's the groom with the flower girl, NOT his bride.)
At the start, I was standing up there alone in front of everyone. I could feel them judging me with their eyes. "Why are you up there? You're a fraud. A fraud." I thought I was going to throw up, so I stepped down just as the music started playing. The wedding party emerged, laughing and happy as can be. I saw how genuinely excited and laid back they were about this, and I couldn't help but share their sentiments. After all, hiring me was their idea; they wanted me there for one reason or another, so I just had to do what I did best.
"So, do you want to get married?" I asked them as they reached the podium.
15 minutes later, it was over. Everyone was applauding and crying, and the bride and groom were embracing each other as husband and wife. It was something I never expected to be a part of, and probably will never forget. From what everyone told me, things sounded perfect and everyone did a fantastic job. I took their word for it, because I couldn't think properly.
The Best Man looked at me and said, "Can we get trashed now?"
Amen.

Things got a little blurry, so here are nine things of interest that happened at the reception:
1. At least 4 kegs were drained. My family comes from a long line of drinkers, and they didn't fail to impress. I drank a wine cooler, as I am a stunning pansy sometimes.
2. At some point in the evening, the bride and groom hopped into the flatbed of a truck and sped to the nearest bar for a shot. They didn't return for at least 45 minutes. We contemplated stealing their television.
3. My mom tells me that the truck that drove them to said bar had a DVD player in it that was airing a porno. I'm telling you, when you think Midwest, you should always think 'classy.'
4. While the bride and groom were gone, someone stole money from the many cards they received. The suspicion was that a drug-addicted friend of the family made off with the loot. Yup.
5. I got a taste of what it was like to be a Holy man, in that nobody wants to party with you. A lot of the people there didn't know me, and assumed that this was what I did for a living. Therefore, everyone sidestepped around me, hid their beer and didn't swear. This got very annoying after a while, but I embraced the unexpected respect.
6. Sometime during the night, a fight broke out. Death threats were made, hearts were broken and punches were almost thrown. I was sound asleep by this point in time.

(I'm not fat.)
7. As I was sitting at a table with my wife and mom, my mom noticed a kid playing by one of the rock gardens. She said, "I think that kid crapped his pants."
Sure enough, the small boy was walking around, apparently straining to hold his pantal contents in his jeans. After watching him struggle for a few minutes, we stared in horror as he deposited said contents onto said rock garden. He walked away, certain that nobody just saw him set a pile of feces onto a decorative piece of landscaping.
After a few minutes, people started to take notice. A semi-circle formed around the rock garden, and people were trying to figure out what it was. Photos were taken. Eventually, the truth came out and people scattered, gagging and spitting out whatever happened to be in their mouths at the time. The boy was reunited with his mother, who changed his pants and took him home.
8. After the party, a storm blew through that uprooted the tents and destroyed the CD player.
9. The bride's cat was wearing a bowtie.
None of that last stuff was really my fault, so I still think that the wedding was a complete success. Anything that goes wrong at a reception is blamed on alcohol and instantly forgotten the next day.
It should also be noted that as far as weddings go, I've been an usher, a groomsman, a best man, a groom AND a officiant. This is what's known in the wedding business as 'Batting the Cycle.'
Will I do it again? I don't know. All I know is that I couldn't be happier for my uncle and new aunt, and I wish them nothing but the best from here on out. I'll see you at Christmas.
Sound off in the comments section and enjoy your Thursday.
Wednesday, August 1
Heinz Is Magic.Straight from the ever-so-slightly troubled minds at Killer Sandbox Productions, here is Spot #2 of 3 in the Heinz 'Top This!' commercial contest.
If you recall from Commercial #1 in the trilogy, I threw a voice-over onto the end graphic. I intend to do the same with this commercial sometime this week. For full effect, just imagine me saying, 'Heinz ketchup...it's magic' over the last 2 seconds of footage. Dee-lish!
The third-and-final commercial should be up next week, and then we shall wait to see if any of the creations netted us a cool $57,000 (I've demanded 10% of the total prize money). In all reality, the first commercial is the money spot, and the remaining two are just exercises in bizarre bahavior; mainly because Ben thinks it's funny that the judges have to watch them. I couldn't agree more.
If you've noticed, I've been blogging 5 days a week, and keeping the 'humorous personal essays' fewer and farther between. There's a method to this, trust me. I'll explain later.
Enjoy your Wednesday. Man....is Lost back on yet?

