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Sunday, November 01, 2026

BOOZE or Mykel's Blog for November 2026


 

You’re STILL Wrong

or
Mykel's

NOV 2026 Blog/Column
by Mykel Board

   BOOZE

The captain has three bottles of beer in his pockets, and therefore life is extremely good.
                    – Jon Kalman Stefansson

 If something bad happens, you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens, you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.
                –Charles Bukowski

The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.
                – Humphrey Bogart

When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.
                – Henny Youngman

Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.
                
– Mark Twain


SCENARIO ONE: Tenth grade biology class: It’s frog dissection day. The jars of floating frogs have been brought down from the shelves and one placed at each work station. The frogs are still wet from the liquid.

“Miss Reinheimer?” I say. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes Mickey,” replies the teacher. “What is it?”

“What is this stuff that the frog was in, keeping it ready for our knives?”

“It’s green tea,” she answers. “It keeps them from falling apart.”


SCENARIO TWO: I sit in an alcove at CVS, waiting for the woman in white to come ask me to roll up my shirt sleeve so she can stick the flu-needle in my skin and save me from coughing for the rest of the winter. Ah, here she is.

“It is Mister Board, isn’t it?” she asks.

“That’s me,” I answer, “I’m guessing you want me to roll up my sleeve.”

She smiles and nods. Then she stands next to me with an open bottle of Diet Coke. She presses a puff of cotton against the top of the bottle, soaking it with the liquid. Then she rubs the liquid against my arm and follows that with the plunge of a needle.


SCENARIO THREE: You’re depressed. Your best friend has just jumped to her death from the top of a 30- story building. Your mom finally succumbed to that bang on the head she got in a car crash with a huge Amazon delivery truck. Your abortion succeeded, but the baby’s body was accidentally brought past you. You can see it was horribly deformed… just one big eye. When you’re released from the hospital you head for the kitchen… looking for liquid solace. You find it in a huge bottle… of grape Gatorade.

Of course these things only happen in imagination. You know they can’t be true. The preservatives used for dissecting animals is formaldehyde… made from processed alcohol. Before you get a vaccine, or injection of any kind, the doctor rubs your arm with alcohol… to prevent infection. When one thing after another goes wrong in your life, it’s not Gatorade you turn to but a bottle of Southern Comfort.

Diet Coke, Green Tea and Gatorade are healthy. Booze is not. THAT’S WRONG.

The purpose of this month’s blog is to show that… again… everything you know is wrong and here’s another example.

Why do the Jews have special blessings over wine? Why not over vegetable juice? Jesus turned water into wine… Why not soy milk? Catholics think of the blood of Jesus as red wine.

In Shinto, sake is consumed as part of “purification rituals.” The sake is served to the gods as well as to the religious followers. People drink it to communicate with those gods. Also, the sharing of sake between participants in a Shinto ceremony is seen as a means of fostering friendship and strengthening the bonds within the community.

Wikipedia describes this for Taoism: In Taoist rituals and practices, alcohol also plays a role as an offering and a means of connecting with the divine. An alcoholic beverage is often used in religious ceremonies and as an offering to the ancestors. The use of alcohol in Taoist rituals can symbolize purification, blessings, and the establishment of a sacred space.

This is typical for the Japanese. Nomu, in Japanese, means “to drink.” They have invented the word nomunication where ideas are exchanged while drinking-- usually beer or sake. It’s common in Japanese business discussions… but I think it works everywhere.

The list goes on. And think about it… who would you rather be, a Taoist or a Mormon? And if a religion older than 2000 years says booze is the body or the blood of God, they must’ve got it from somewhere.

As for nomunication: Would you rather discuss capital finance… or capitalISM... over prune juice or over Michelob?

There is something about booze that is holier… healthier… more human... than any bottle of Gatorade or Ensure. It’s been that around since about 7000 BC, when the Chinese discovered it… much to their --and the world’s-- delight. The Old Testament mentions wine several times. Noah, of and the ark fame, got sloshed after the flood. He fell asleep naked and was covered up by his daughters. This is not a negative! It shows compassion on the part of the daughters and an understanding of the horrible ordeal that Noah suffered guiding that boat filled with two of every animal. Somebody had to feed the skunks!

And what about drinking age? Except for the Muslim countries where alcohol is prohibited, the US has the highest drinking age of any country in the world. In Russia and Austria the drinking age is 16. What else do we have age limits for?: voting, driving, sex… all useful or/and fun activities. Just having a drinking age shows how much we deeply respect drinking.

The internet says: It’s not uncommon for European nations to serve alcohol to a child as young as five years old. Many Jewish kids experience their first taste of drunkenness with the four cups of wine required on Passover.

This year the US government recommendations changed from 2 drinks a day… especially red wine… to ZERO because any amount of of alcohol causes cancer..

By now, you’ve probably heard the chorus… you may be part of it.

Hey buckaroos, EVERYTHING causes cancer. I found a listing on an internet “health site” that says:

Indoor Tanning lights, Outdoor sun tanning, Smoking including someone else's smoking, bacon, sausages, beef and lamb, any barbecued meats, Trans fat (fat-shaming? Trans-shaming?), flying in an airplane, painting your nails, tap water (and not only in Flint!), and Styrofoam: all cause cancer.

This is fear mongering… and bullshit. Health becomes a value that’s further and further a list of things NOT to do… and it is based on INDIVIDUAL actions, what YOU eat or don’t eat… smoke or don’t smoke… drink or don’t drink. What about your neighbors… society… your country?

The top ten countries in longevity are Monaco, San Marino, Hong Kong, Japan, South Korea, Saint Barthelemy, Andorra, French Polynesia, Switzerland and Australia. The US ranks number 62. Most of those top ten countries are small, obscure places that may share long insular histories. The only country in the top 10 comparable to the US is Australia – slightly larger than the US, with a history of being a British Colony and worldwide immigration. So how do they compare in alcohol consumption? The per capita consumption of alcohol in the U.S. is 9.8 liters a year. (For me that’d be a month.) Australia – number 10 in the longest-lived countries – 11.2 liters a month.

I know. I know. My drinking buddy Mark Twain also complained that there are three kinds of lies: lies, damn lies, and statistics.

So though my numbers don’t PROVE anything, they do show a trend. You can have a healthy group of people… who are miserable. When I go to the gym, I’m miserable. Wearing a non-offensive T-shirt and sweat pants (even a gym is not enough incentive to put me in shorts!), I sit on an uncomfortable seat… two black pads pushing my legs apart. My job is to bring my knees together as many times as possible… gradually increasing the weight. I have to fight after every 10 pushes. Then I switch machines to one where the pads are on the outside of my legs and I have to separate the legs instead of bringing them together.

To my surprise, I’m better at keeping my knees together than spreading my legs!! That’s does not coincide with my self-image. I’ve always considered myself as one who is quick to spread… but I guess as I get older…

That’s side-tracking. The point is that I’m miserable. Doing one painful thing after another… among other (mostly) guys also doing one painful thing after another. Why? For health! Health is causing the body pain, eating disgusting rabbit food, going to bed before the bars close, getting up before Dolly Parton had to be at work. Health is annoying, uncomfortable, I make an effort and have a heart attack anyway.

My nextdoor neighbor, Jack, who I hardly know, is up before me. Every morning and most evenings I hear a sound like someone repeatedly... and heavily... punching a pillow. I haven’t asked him what he’s doing because I fear it might be something… er… personal. But in my mind it’s some exercise… something “healthy.”

This is a pre-Boardian view of health. What I’m thinking about now is to expand health. Change it from ME to US. When I go to the doctor, I have to wait my turn, usually several minutes past the appointed time. But when I’m in the exam room, there are at least 4 other people there. There’s the Doc, and 3 students.

“We use this to keep a baseline on blood pressure… and don’t forget to account for the increase in pressure caused just by being at the doctor…”

The doctor is explaining my blood pressure to the students. He’s instructing them as he examines me. I think it’s great… more than a health check for me, it’s a kind of classroom. That’s a good kind of WE health. That is health that teaches others about health.

But there’s another kind of WE in health. I see on TV that some towns in New Jersey are suffering a “cancer cluster.” Evidently the towns developed on top of toxic dump sites that spewed poisons into the land and air. Those poisons caused a GROUP of cancers in those towns. That’s also the WE of health. Side Note: My proofreader tells me she grew up in a “leukemia cluster” in East Rutherford NJ.

Yes! Yes! I think. We need some WE health. Lately, I’ve been reading about BLUE ZONES. These are areas of the earth where the general population lives longer lives. Science seems to be getting better in answering WHY about these zones. Of course, they include individual stuff like diet, but they also include measurements like “frequent social interactions.” Here in the US (and probably other places) COVID has labeled person-to-person interactions as dangerous. I’ll tell you what’s dangerous: FACETIME and ZOOM are dangerous. COVID, like polio, is controllable with a vaccine. Isolation is not.

This is where alcohol comes in. Sure, some people drink alone, but I say the problem with that is not the drink part, but the alone part. Alcohol is a social drug. Its number one quality is to bring people together… not to separate them. The four-cups-of-wine seder is at least a family together. Often more than that. My sister and I were always bringing friends to the feast and mom would open a few extra boxes of matzoh for the company… along with another bottle of Manischewitz. Lately, I’ve been going to Chabad seders where dozens of Jews down their four cups in joyous unity.

The happiest times of the week for me are Drink Club on Thursdays at the Peculier Pub, Drink Club Lite on Sundays, at the Bleecker Street Bar, and Drink Club Secret on Tuesdays, at… I can’t tell you where.

The US ranks 23rd in the World Happiness list (Finland is first, then Iceland, then Denmark. Most unhappy is Afghanistan… a booze-prohibited country.) These happy countries rank at least 30 positions higher than the US in booze consumption.

I understand that some people are physically addicted. I know that too much booze can cause car crashes, and damage the liver. Too much of anything can be unhealthy or bad in another way. Too much sugar can cause diabetes. Too much sex can give you chafing. Too much money can turn you into Elon Musk. But it’s the TOO part of TOO MUCH that’s the problem, not the adverb. Take water, that healthiest liquid. Too much water can drown you. Does that mean water is a bad thing?

Unlike the drugs like vaccines that PREVENT things from happening… or like antibiotics… that stop things already done, alcohol ENCOURAGES things… good things. Laughter, song, dance, they’re all encouraged by alcohol. Enemies smooch… or something sexier… with alcohol. A night of strangers together at Drink Club (https://drinkclubnyc.org) will forge deeper relationships than sitting together at a dozen Noam Chomsky lectures.

Alcohol is a health food. It’s one of the few that not only helps the consumer, but helps groups of consumers. It’s why people have more fun when drinking alcohol, than when drinking water. Alcohol dissolves differences… turns hate into love… changes annoyance into entertainment. When I’m drinking with strangers, the strangers become friends. When I’m drinking with friends, the friends become better friends. It’s no accident that Donald Trump is a non-booze drinker. Alcohol is a drink of being WE! Donny The Trump is too much of a ME guy to go for the booze.

See you in hell, 
Mykel Board


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→ LAST MINUTE ADDITION: I just found that Sardinia in Italy has double the alcohol consumption of Italy in general… beer consumption around 60 liters per person per year. It is also the healthiest place in Italy… and home to the top longevity place in Europe.

–> I BET BEER WAS INVOLVED DEPT: The NY Post reports that a New York resident saw footage from his Ring camera. It showed an Amazon delivery driver pissing in the hall outside his apartment, peeing all over the floor and furniture. "He walked straight back there as if he'd done it a hundred times, like second nature," the resident reported. "I had shoes in the hallway, a chair in the hallway, a table in the hallway and he was peeing and splashing everywhere." The victim complained to Amazon, who offered him a $50 coupon as consolation. The resident declined the offer.

→ THIS ONE TOO: Anxious to heed nature's call, a man in Rosenberg, Texas, crashed his car into a Krogers... on purpose, KVUE TV reported that the unidentified man, who police later learned was upset that the store was locked, drove his car through the pharmacy doors in order to use the restroom. No injuries were reported.

-→PROBABLY NOT THIS ONE: This from a Canadian source: A British Columbia city council candidate whose humorous campaign signs went viral appears to have won his election, despite branding himself as “unqualified.”
    Brady Rogers gained attention online for his Kelowna City Council campaign signs, which bore slogans such as "I barely want to do this," "Just trying to pay my rent," "Fine. I'll do it," and "How hard can it be?"
    Even Rogers' campaign website opens with the message: "Do I enjoy politics? No. Do I know what I'm doing? No. But am I qualified? Also no."
    Preliminary results from the local municipal election show Rogers receiving 12,635 votes, coming in fourth among the 37 candidates. If those election results are certified. Rogers' seat on the 9-member city council will be guaranteed.



LINKS:


I'll soon be posting in Substack as well as Blogger. I want to thank Jim Testa for helping me set it up. There’s been a delay in getting started. Keep an eye out

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Read or/and subscribe to Jim at https://jimtestanj.substack.com

I just heard from Luciano Pires who explains he’s: a musician, illustrator and writer and I run a YouTube channel called Electric Acid, dedicated to strange, obscure and forgotten music. The channel explores everything from underground noise, industrial and experimental music to bizarre one-off records, marginal scenes, forgotten artists and musicians who somehow slipped through the cracks of music history.

I’m especially interested in the stories behind the music — the records that sound like they shouldn’t exist, the artists who operated completely outside the mainstream, and the strange connections between different underground scenes.

You can find Electric Acid at: https://www.youtube.com/@Electricacid

I’m happy to present the art of Sarah Thobe… who paints personalities as part of her portraits. Check her out at https://sarathobe.com/.

And it was great to hear from my very long-time friend, Fred Lonberg-Holm. Celloman extraordinaire. You can hear him at https://fredlonberg-holm.bandcamp.com/album/the-return-of

Anthony Allen Begnal asked me to mention his Hardcore Conversation You Tube channel, and I’m happy to do so here.

Longtime scene/zinester Robb Roemershauser has restarted the Above Ground Zine Library. The Zine library doesn’t yet have an address at the location but, feel free to donate zines that you no longer want to the Aboveground Zine Library 2100 Sawmill Road Apt. 22-202, New Orleans, LA 70123. The Zine library will be located in the upper 9th ward on a busy street.

My pal Matt Sheahan says: “You can link to my website - www.matthewsheahan.com or my Substack - https://politenewyorker.substack.com/ .” Matt is a great musician and very funny guy.

My Kenyan pal, Albert Melody shares a facebook adventure in one of those great Kenyan national parks. Guess who he shared the adventure with!!! You can read about it here. Albert also has a blog at: Albertomelody.blogspot.com

Teddy Labato has a “lo-fi noise” link to his band Check it out.

It’s About Time dept: Finally, a book about Hungarian Punk  put out by Puke and Vomit records.   Great scene there and I was glad to have contact with bands like Der Trottel and Tizedesz. Glad to have been a (very small) part of that scene. 

Zine fans can find my list of old zines that I want to get rid of (aka sell)
here. Which reminds me, it’s time to donate some stuff to the Above ground Library
Here are some other contacts to make:

Teddy Lobato’s band can be found at 
https://www.facebook.com/THEBASSMANsPSYCHEDELICNOISE

Karl De Winton sent me a link to his bandcamp DJ stuff. https://share.google/5sTnXjgMkFbiWQvzA NSFW… but then again,
that depends on your job. 

Dan Hetrick asked me “How 'bout us punk rawk programmers?” And offers http://merk.chat  Free chat for the people!

I’ve talked about Bob Cutler before. But he has more to offer than DYSTOPEKA https://chrometuna.com/https://theklusterfux.com

Riot Division makes its musical offering at: 
https://www.facebook.com/riotdivision

Barstool Revolution Zine is on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/people/Barstool-Revolution-Zine/61557909822199/

Rina Borei shows off her inflatable Octopus on Instagram at: @oona.frost

Jim Testa, friend, journalist, editor, musician and wordsmith, (he appears in this post) has an interesting substack about music and more. You can find it here.

Sid Yiddish sent me this link to all his videos. It’s a great place to start, especially if you don’t know him. 

I did a nice interview with The Aither zine. Interesting questions, complete, and questions I’ve never been asked before. You can read it .here It’s a good one. 

Here’s Ricardo Wang with a “micro-label” in Seattle “specializing in 8-track tapes and CDs. WOW! Check out one of their label staples: The Dead Air Fresheners, best band name of the year. 

Also on bandcamp: My very long time faves in NYC, the BLACKOUT SHOPPERS. Featuring pals Seth and possibly the next vice-president of the US

Sid Yiddish has posted a video of a show done for WZRD in Chicago. Great live performances, and if you catch the video around the 20+ minute point you might see a familiar face doing the lyrics to his songs (some unrecorded) as poetry. You’ll find it here.  

And this sounds right up Sid’s alley. The Bilderberg Jazz Arkestra on Bandcamp!

Eric Grayson has an online music review zine, Sobriquet. Full pictures of the sleeves too! Something missing from too many zines. Sometimes you CAN judge a… er… book… by its cover. 

Steen Thomsen is a Dane I’ve known ever since Lincoln was shot. I put his band THE ZERO POINT on the great WORLD CLASS PUNK Cassette for ROIR. It must be worth a mint now. I don’t have any left, I’m afraid. You can (and should connect to the Zero Point) connect to the Zero Point on facebook. Tell ‘em Mykel’s blog sent you. 

Sorry Dorothy, we are STILL in Kansas. And it’s as weird as OZ. Check out Bob Cutler’s DISTOPEKA. 

You already know Murder & Mayhem zine… those guys who did the Mykel Board centerfold. (No genitals shown… and probably for the better.) Their online version is here.

The Clean Boys from Denmark are also longtime friends of mine. In Denmark we recorded as The Bend-over Boys.  Only one 10-inch available… but at least now I can say I have a 10-incher! 

Finally, for this month, Margaret O’Brien asked me to include the site: anti-war.com They seem to be folks after my own heart. I’m glad they didn’t call it “anti-defense.”

Oh yeah, then there’s me. I have a blog of stuff I’ve written mostly from last century. You might enjoy it. Then again, you might not. It’s here. 

Let me know if you have a blog… or a print zine… or a YouTube and want to be added to the list. You show me yours… you’ve already seen mine. mykelboard@gmail.com

Thursday, January 01, 2026

I WAS WRONG or Mykel Board's Blog for January 2026

  

I WAS WRONG or Mykel Board's Blog for January 2026

  


You’re STILL Wrong

or

Mykel's January 2026 Blog/Column

I WAS WRONG

by Mykel Board    


The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing.
                -- Henry Ford

More people would learn from their mistakes if they weren't so busy denying them
                -- J. Harold Smith

You have to own your mistakes, otherwise your mistakes own you
            --Paulo Coelho


For nearly 50 years, I hated Opera on principle. It was fat ladies and guys who “sang” the word Figaro over and over again. And the plots? My God! Love and other mushy shit. Opera was something to make fun of… like the Marx Brothers did. Opera isn’t punk. Texas Chainsaw Massacre is punk. Outrage is punk (if you haven’t seen it, do!) Aileen Wuornos is punk. The Ramones, The Dead Boys, The Sex Pistols are punk… but opera cannot be punk… or so I thought. A Drink Clubber showed up… he’s an opera singer. He put me on the guest list.

I was wrong. Opera can be pretty punk. You got this girl who works in a cigarette factory. She’s got two guys who want to get into her pants. One of ‘em ends up stabbing the girl to death… at a bullring!! What could be punker? In case you don’t know, that’s the plot of Carmen.

This, being my first blog entry of 2026, will talk about some of the times I’ve been wrong. As I come to the end of the legend that is me… (heart attack in September)… it’s time to come clean. From punk to politics… I know it’s hard to believe… but I’ve been wrong a few times. And now I want to talk about it.

Let’s first time travel back to 1966-67… Hicksville High School. Yeah, I went to high school with Billy Joel. When I was there, he was two years older than me and had a band called The Hassles. Now, he’s two years younger than me… but that’s show biz. I never saw his band. Me, and my best pal Dave, had better things to do. We took the Long Island Railroad in from Hicksville to Manhattan. We went to the city...Cafe Wha... almost every weekend to see The Fugs. We often got stoned… before taking the train. I remember once I took a handful of mom’s diet pills. I got so high, I fell in love with the train door.

That was the thing in Hicksville High School. The cool kids (called TRACK ONE… with advanced placement classes and lots of Jews) smoked dope. The dumb kids (called TRACK THREE, often taking “shop” or “home economics” classes), drank booze. I never had a full can of beer until I went to Beloit College in Wisconsin. You cannot live in Wisconsin without drinking beer. Not drinking beer is against the law there.

That’s when I realized I WAS WRONG. Marijuana made me want to sit alone and read books… often the same paragraph... over and over again. Alcohol made me want to kiss strangers and dance naked in the street. My love of drugs over booze was a big mistake… corrected as a teenager and 20-something. Though at Beloit, I have to admit to doing both.

FLASH TO NOW: I've just wiped up the few seminal drops I can still spill… after 20 minutes looking for-- and finding-- exactly the right video on ThisVid porn site. You can't get good scat vids very many places, so you take what you can get. Time to put away the laptop, zip up my pants and watch some real TV.

I turn on my just bought VIZIO TV, grab my new ROKU remote (a gift from a fb friend) and look for the next ALFRED HITCHCOCK HOUR streaming TV show. I want to watch them all… Found it, and Dennis Hopper’s in it! My favorite American actor.

BANG! A commercial… for Starbucks. A store/company I hate on principle. Crazy high prices, awful reputation for treating their workers like shit, ugly mega-corp forcing the little guys out of business. I wish I could jerk off into their frappacino.

And this commercial??? Does it talk about how great the coffee is? Does it say they let you sit there all day doing your homework on your MacBook? Does it brag about all the crap they put in their coffee, call it by an Italian name and charge 6 bucks for it?

NO!!! They talk about how the shlubs who work for them have a chance for advancement… how they throw their baristas a few dollars to pay for a college course or two... NOTHING about the product, only what good employers they are.

Later come more ads: One for Meta (the drag-name of Facebook/ Instagram/ WhatsApp). What’s in the commercial? Do they talk about how facebook keeps you on-line for hours… checking back if that last cat picture has as many LIKES as you'd want? Do they explain how you can avoid local phone charges by sending messages and calls through the Internet? Do they entice you to post your personal twerking videos to earn more hearts than your neighbors have?

NO!!! The ad starts with a very working-class looking guy… flannel shirt… overweight… 2 days’ beard growth… talking about his home town and how it suffered when the factory closed and the business moved to China. And how people were poor and they thought they were lost until META "invested" millions of dollars in a new facility housing computers and AI machines. How the city came back with all that money,.. How META made jobs. Not a word about the products or services… just about how good META is for the community. Bringing jobs and income... what the locals need.

Back to Dennis Hopper: he's a piano player and there's some mobster connection. Also a sexy female singer and… another commercial… This one from Amazon.

[NOTE: While I never go to Starbucks, I have to admit being addicted to Facebook, and using Instagram every once-in-awhile. I also use WhatsApp to communicate with my non-American friends. And I use Amazon both to buy and sell from, though my buying is mostly from gift-cards I earn by taking stupid surveys that pay in Amazon gift-cards. I feel guilty for my sins in using these sites.]

Back to the Amazon commercial: Does it brag about next day delivery? Does it say it sells anything from American Cheese to Zambian Socks? Does it tell you how it makes your home so comfortable and product ready that you never have to leave?

NO! It reports that 28% of its business is working with small businesses. It tells us about how Amazon "supports" small businesses, and how they can't do without it. They tell us how kind they are in providing shipping materials and delivery services for their small business babies. They are not a mega (or MAGA)-business. They are a public service, providing for the needs of small businesses in your neighborhood.

Right-wingers and corporate Democrats call anti-racist jacket-patches and driving (non-Musk) electric cars virtue signaling. The implication is I'm on the good side and I want you to notice it. I call these commercials virtue advertising. Companies brag about their benefits to society and their workers, rather than the quality of their products. And I hated it.

Then, in a flash, I realize I’m wrong. That virtue advertising means these assholes are worried. It means that the boycotts, the strikes, the petitions, the letters of complaints are working. Virtue advertising is a sign of FEAR. Those evil corporations have learned they are not loved. They have to change and tell people about the change.

Does Starbucks give college scholarships so people won't think they're evil? They hope so. Does Meta invest in local economies, create jobs for local workers, build factories that include kiddie play spaces, because they're afraid that people will think they're shithead exploiters and polluters if they don't? Yes! And they advertise those actions.

So my hatred of virtue advertising has changed to a clenched fist victory salute. These ads are admissions of guilt. They know their image and do something about it, THEN advertise that doing. Virtue advertising means the good guys won… not completely, of course, but we made a difference. Let's celebrate it… not complain about it.

The next wrongitude I want to talk about has to do with my arthritic hand, stent-supported heart, loss of hair, radiated prostate, limpy-flogger, increased bowel gas… There's a reason old farts are called old FARTS.

When I was a young-un of 18 or 40 or 60 I was usually the oldest in my crew… just a few years older than the others, but older. Younger people were sexier, brighter, more willing to try new things… think new thoughts. I avoided the real oldsters.

In my 20s, when I hung out at the 9th Circle, we used to make fun of the crowd at Ty's or Boots and Saddles. We called those places "wrinkle bars."... laughing at the patrons as well as the locales.

By the time you read this, I'll be 76 years old. Maybe just back from a birthday party celebrating the 90th birthday of one of my best pals. Old people may not have the smooth looks. Though, for some people… age is a fetish. Check out ThisVids' geriatric porn. Lots of those MILFs and DILFs are OILFs. oldsters, doin’ the dirty.

For more than 50 years, I’ve been the oldest member of any group that would have me. In college, the the crew I organized under the banner OPERATION MAXWELL (named after the Beatle’s song Maxwell’s Silver Hammer), was 3rd year me and a bunch of freshmen. When I was with ARTLESS, Gavin, the guitar player looked so young that we told people I was his dad. The idea of hanging out with old (older) people was as appealing to me as eating mountain oysters.

FLASH TO MINUTES BEFORE I WRITE THESE WORDS: I just finish wrapping a re-gift to one of the two best friends met at the start of the COVID plague. One is in his early sixties, his boyfriend turns 90 on the day before Christmas. This is how we met:

For those who don’t know, I’m the big macher of a group called Drink Club. Once a roving troop, we now meet every week on Thursday night at the Peculier Pub, where we drink ourselves into Friday. During COVID we started meeting outside at the Peculier. The weekend before we meet I send out email to about 150 people. I’m lucky if 6 show up. The official starting time is 8:32 PM.

Tonight, I sit by myself at our usual table outside. It’s a little after nine and no other Drink Clubbers are here. At another table, closer to the street, sit these two old guys… balder than me. Next to their table a black wheeled walker is parked. The shorter guy has a full gray beard and looks to be the older of the two. He’s laughing at something said by his partner… slapping the table… head thrown back… the beer on the table making waves in its glass mugs. His friend gestures… opening his arms to the sky... as if planning to embrace the universe. Then both laugh. And again.

I stand up and walk over to their table.

“Excuse me,” I say to them. “I am Drink Club. Usually, we have a crew of people here, but tonight no one showed up. You guys seem to be having so much fun… can I sit with you?”

“Sure,” says the younger guy, “my name’s Ed.” He gestures toward his senior, “that’s George.”

“I’m Mykel,” I say and sit down. Not one Drink Clubber shows that entire night, but I have a great time… and learn that Ed and George live together just down the street from me. They’re now my best friends. (Except for two girls who I may tell you about some day.)

Get it? OLD PEOPLE ARE (or at least can be) AWESOME. They’ve seen, done, screwed, joked, drank, more than you have. Maybe more than you ever will. They’ve got it… and you’re still lookin’ for it!

Tomorrow is the first of George’s several 90th birthday parties. It’ll be at Ty’s, a NY gay bar that’s at least as old as Ed is. George is a celebrity there. His advancing walker is treated like the horses pulling the king’s coach in London.

Avoid Old People?? Boy, was I wrong.

The last wrong I want to write is more political. Ever since Dad made me mow the lawn for my allowance, I had the feeling there was something wrong with work. Not the expenditure of energy or brain work, but the exchange of labor (or mind) for money. When I read Bob Black’s The Abolition of Work sometime in the 80s, I could only think YES! YES! YES!

Why should people spend more than half their waking time just so they can eat, clothe their nakedness, and travel from home to a job over and over again? That’s not humanity, that’s slavery.

As a corollary to anti-work, comes the natural thought of being anti-Union. What do unions do? They support work. They want more people to work. They want to legitimize work… more cookies for the slaves instead of abolishing slavery in the first place.

As I grew older and was forced into the work machine myself, I saw that I’d been wrong. Unions want shorter hours, LESS work, more time off. They don’t legitimize work, they put reins on it.

No, it’s not as good a solution as ending work completely… but it is making the lives of the slaves better than they would have been otherwise. That’s something I’ve got to support.

See you in hell
Mykel Board


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→Two wrongs make a right dept: Starbucks is a great example of how virtue-advertising and unions can work together to make life better for those trapped in the work cage. You can read about all the good stuff the Starbuck’s union has done, and wants to do here.

→ Getting It Up At My Age dept: The NY Post reports on a survey of 687 “older Americans.” The survey asked about about their sexual habits and preferences. The results revealed that those in their 70s get it on even more than those youngsters in their mid-to-late 50s. I’ll drink to that.

→ They were wrong dept: Even a few presidents have apologized for making mistakes… Okay, that’s something. But I want to make it clear that I’m not really apologizing. I’m just stating that I think differently now than I thought before. It is interesting that most of the presidential apologies involve the deaths of other people. That is very American. I’m not sure, but I’d guess that, among countries not involved in war, Americans kill more people than the citizens of any other country in the world. No one apologizes for that.

→ You can’t say that, dept: I just came across this BANISHED WORD LIST. It’s not clear who is doing the banishing, but most of those words I don’t use. I guess I’ll have to start using them now that they’ve been banished.

See you in hell (redux)

MB


AFRICAN LINKS:

Albert aka Alberto Melody is the reason I went to Kenya. We met on facebook a couple years ago. He has a blog you should take a look at: Albertomelody.blogspot.com. Tell him Mykel sent ya. Oh yeah… He’s looking for friends his own age. So if you’re a 20-something and interested in Africa… or just meeting new people. Contact him at: albertletowon42@gmail.com

NON-AFRICANS

Jim Testa, a long-time friend, journalist, editor, musician and wordsmith, has an interesting substack about music and more. You can find it here.

Sid Yiddish sent me this link to all his videos. It’s a great place to start, especially if you don’t know him.

I did a nice interview with The Aither zine. Interesting questions, complete, and questions I’ve never been asked before. You can read it here. It’s a good one.

Here’s Ricardo Wang with a “micro-label” in Seattle “specializing in 8-track tapes and CDs. WOW! Check out one of their label staples: The Dead Air Fresheners, best band name of the year.

Also on bandcamp: My very long time faves in NYC, the BLACKOUT SHOPPERS. Featuring pals Seth and possibly the next vice-president of the US

Sid Yiddish has posted a video of a show done for WZRD in Chicago. Great live performances, and if you catch the video around the 20+ minute point you might see a familiar face doing the lyrics to his songs (some unrecorded) as poetry. You’ll find it
here.

And this sounds right up Sid’s alley. The Bilderberg Jazz Arkestra on Bandcamp!

Eric Grayson has an online music review zine, Sobriquet. Full pictures of the sleeves too! Something missing from too many zines. Sometimes you CAN judge a… er… book… by its cover.

Steen Thomsen is a Dane I’ve known ever since Lincoln was shot. I put his band THE ZERO POINT on the great WORLD CLASS PUNK Cassette for ROIR. It must be worth a mint now. I don’t have any left, I’m afraid. You can (and should) connect to the Zero Point on facebook. Tell ‘em Mykel’s blog sent you.

Sorry Dorothy, we are STILL in Kansas. And it’s as weird as OZ. Check out Bob Cutler’s DISTOPEKA.

You already know Murder & Mayhem zine… those guys who did the Mykel Board centerfold. (No genitals shown… and probably for the better.) Their online version is here.

The Clean Boys from Denmark are also longtime friends of mine. In Denmark we recorded as The Bend-over Boys. Only one 10-inch available… but at least now I can say I have a 10-incher!

Finally, for this month, Margaret O’Brien asked me to include the site: anti-war.com They seem to be folks after my own heart. I’m glad they didn’t call it “anti-defense.”

Oh yeah, then there’s me. I have a blog of stuff I’ve written mostly from last century. You might enjoy it. Then again, you might not. It’s here.


Let me know if you have a blog… or a print zine… or a YouTube and want to be added to the list. You show me yours… you’ve already seen mine. mykelboard@gmail.com


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