Alright Dolls.
It's been a very long time since I have blogged. Some might say it is laziness. I say I'm just a big fan of making a comeback. So this is my comeback to blogging. It's so wonderful to be back.
Lots to say. I was on tour in Mexico, San Fran (again), Chicago, the sticks of NJ, for toothless people upstate... before that San Fran (again), North Carolina, CT, Fire Island... I've been on TV, my film Together is winning awards at festivals everywhere... blah blah.
"On the Rocks with Danny Leary" - my weekly variety show at The Duplex on Thursday nights has gone on hiatus. I'm on the road too much. We accomplished a lot with that show. 45 performances, great crowds, great press, great times. We even took the show to San Francisco where we set a record at Octavia Lounge for most attended show in Octavia Lounge history. I'm not done with "On the Rocks" - there's still so much I haven't done with it. Stay tuned.
What's on my mind.
First: thank god for the swine flu. Now we can finally have something to go on and on about other than Susan Boyle. Not that I don't think she has a lovely voice. She does. But everyone is going on an on about how unattractive she is and then out comes this voice! Of course she has a lovely voice. That's how God works. Have you ever seen the real Little Mermaid? Thank you.
What else. Pirates. Rediculous to think that if we book a cruise vacation we have to worry about pirates! Can you imagine yourself on a Carnival Cruise, you've got the Kathy Lee Gifford singing "Ain't we got fun" going on in the background... then a pirate comes on board and takes everyone hostage?! Why aren't we calling them hijackers and doesn't this seem like an old world problem? What else can we expect, a scurvy pandemic? Am I going to come home to find my apartment has been stepped on by a dinosaur?
On a personal front: I've discovered, or rather have admitted to myself, that I don't play well in the sandbox. And... that is okay. Neither does Patti LuPone. HA! Had to work her in. But I need to STOP working her in. I'm recently single for the first time in almost a decade. It's tough being single. It's tough being single and being google-able. I tend to find myself on second dates with a guy who confesses to me out of nowhere that he doesn't share my love for Patti LuPone. And that's where it always gets weird. Mind you, I hadn't brought up Patti LuPone at all. You don't do that to someone until your at least comfortable to wear the bad underwear. Steps have been skipped. They googled me. Found my website, found this rediculous blog. In this increasingly familiar situation I find myself furiously backpeddling upstream to reclaim my masculinity, that they robbed from me by googling me... I find myself suddenly pulling out all the butch stops: flexing biceps, grabbing my crotch, burping. Ah, who the fuck cares. Love me or leave me.
That's all.
Goodnight.
P.S. - that's me and Leah Dubie on the beach in Mexico. We had so much fun performing there together.
