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Doug Boucher

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About Me


Born in 1537 in the back of a Winnebago somewhere near Barstow, Doug Boucher was originally known as Hector John DeDouchespot, the son of a famous Sicilian taco merchant and his opera-singing, banjo-virtuoso wife.
While traveling with a crew of German jello molds on a hunting expedition through the uncharted wilds of the central North American continent, young Hector discovered Marion, Indiana. Nobody else seemed to care, but Hector decided to make it his home. Finally, in the 1820s, other people showed up.
At nearly three-hundred years old, Hector was developing poor vision, a bad back, and an unheard of tolerance for vast amounts of cheap bourbon. One day, while taking a piss on a statue of Clay Aiken (who had time-travelled back in an attempt to annoy even more people than he had the first time) Hector dropped dead of a massive pancreas-attack.
His few friends and several thousand enemies besides buried Hector in a vat of Old Crow. Unbelievably, this revived him and he came back to life, making at least four people believe he was the Messiah. The attempts to start a church in his name failed however, upon discovery of how much of an asshole he was.
Hector changed his name to Doug Boucher and married a stack of old King Crimson albums he liked to call Jane. Jane left him for a rare 45RPM of Pat Boone screaming "fuck a donkey!" over a klezmer trio's version of Shock The Monkey, and Doug, heartbroken and slightly slack, took up the bass guitar as a means of comfort.
After serving 137 years in the state pen for performing unmentionable acts with a Rickenbacker 4001 in public, Doug is finally free here at the end of 2007 to pursue his dreams again, at least until the feds take notice.
Check out his band. www.surrenderdorothy.info

My Interests

Music (all kinds of shit, especially when it annoys anyone older than me, and even better if it simultaneously confuses anyone younger), religion (if you're gonna be an atheist, ya might as well get to know the opposition), science (evolution and big shit in space being my favorite bits), history (though I tend to stick to a few specific areas, which I'm kinda annoyed at myself about), genealogy (I see dead people!), food (you can tell if you look at my pics), and women (which is ironic since they seem to have absolutely no fucking interest in me,. Or no interest in fucking me. No interest at all, in fact. Goddammit.)

I'd like to meet:

A truckload of cash

Music:

From the time I was in diapers listening to early Elton John and Doobie Brothers hits, to my conversion to Beatle-fandom the summer after John Lennon left us, to my brain-shattering discovery of 70s progressive rock as a teenager, and then an explosion of soaking up every damn thing that got in my way (I'm as apt to put on a Harry Partch album as I am The Ramones, I value Miles Davis as much as I do Frank Zappa, I rock out to J.S. Bach and sit back with a beer to Stockhausen, and I've barely escaped arrest while driving to Warren Zevon) I find that if I'm going to call myself a musician, I better be willing to listen to as much of it as possible. Unfortunately, I'm getting older and have less time on my hands, so please, do us all a favor and don't talk about American Idol or Lynyrd Skynyrd to me. I may have to insert one of Harry Partch's homemade instruments in an unwilling orifice of yours.

Movies:

I think I've seen The Aristocrats 60 times in the past year. I'm also a huge David Lynch fan.

Television:

I've been watching a ton of Penn & Teller's Bullshit! recently, along with various science documentaries. When my daughter is over, it's usually loads of MST3K and Fawlty Towers.

Books:

Been reading a hell of a lot about the early history of Christianity lately, much of it Bart D. Ehrman's works. I'm a huge H. P. Lovecraft and Hunter S. Thompson fan, and I've recently discovered Carl Hiaasen. I sometimes pull out my Bible when I need a good laugh.

Heroes:

Hunter S. Thompson, Frank Zappa, Neil Young, Mike Keneally, Miles Davis, Doug Stanhope, Lewis Black, Bill Hicks, H.L. Mencken, Thomas Jefferson, Warren Zevon, John Lennon, Jimi Hendrix, Andy Partridge, George Carlin, Katie Boucher

My Blog

Hell-Bound Atheist Observation Of The Day

If the book of Matthew (1:1-16) and the book of Luke (3:23-31) both have different genealogies of Jesus' descent from King David that completely contradict each other, having different numbers of gene...
Posted by Doug Boucher on Fri, 16 May 2008 07:30:00 PST

Today’s Headlines...

From the Associated Press:Local Chicken Held On Domestic Violence ChargesMonday, May 12, 2008LEBANON, OH - A local chicken is in jail tonight after a domestic violence call to police on the west side....
Posted by Doug Boucher on Mon, 12 May 2008 08:08:00 PST

When Bad Things Happen To Good Poultry

The Curve Inn got a hell of a workout last night, probably the most balls-out vicious rockin' shit Dorothy has done in months. Hell of a gig. I'm sitll sore all over. Some old friends from Gaston...
Posted by Doug Boucher on Mon, 12 May 2008 07:44:00 PST

My Plastic Feathered Buddies

This week, my chicken Godzilla McCluck started his own Myspace page, which you'll find here: www.myspace.com/bawkzillaHe's been talking some shit about me, but we did manage to at least practice some ...
Posted by Doug Boucher on Fri, 09 May 2008 03:45:00 PST

Eatin Turnips, Drinkin Cheap Beer, Spo-De-Fuckin-O-De

Fun gig last night at Chesterfield, though I felt I was running on about 60% power and hated about that much of what I played. That's what I get for eating at a goddamn McDonald's the night before. Th...
Posted by Doug Boucher on Mon, 05 May 2008 08:34:00 PST

Wheres Rod Argent And Colin Blunstone When You Need Them?

Matthew 27:51-54 And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent; And the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saint...
Posted by Doug Boucher on Thu, 01 May 2008 09:25:00 PST

"I’ll kill you until you are dead, then I will kill you some more!"

Yep, had my ass handed to me yet again by a six-year old with a pillow. That girl is BRUTAL, I tell ya...Then we got the chickens out and took the candy out of Godzilla's butt. (I love that sentence. ...
Posted by Doug Boucher on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:18:00 PST

Colonel Sanders Can Bite My Nutsack

Well, we have a case of multiplying chickens in Surrender Dorothy, which started with Andy's chicken (now recast as Goth Chicken, AKA Raven Nightshade McNugget, and yes, I've already told Andy he's a ...
Posted by Doug Boucher on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 02:31:00 PST

Miniature Motherfuckers

A few kids were outside playing when I came back from dinner. (Finally, I can get carnitas in my own town, in a Mexican place with damn fine salsa. Granted, my ass hurts, but that's to be expected.)I ...
Posted by Doug Boucher on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 03:42:00 PST

No God

I may have quoted this elsewhere, and I know my atheist/skeptic friends have likely read this some time ago, but I want to share it anyway, for the people who haven't seen it.Penn Jillette has become ...
Posted by Doug Boucher on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 07:58:00 PST