You read that right.
Greg makes Gin...and...tonic.
Not...a...gin and tonic (though that does happen at the very end), but rather makes gin...and then...makes tonic.
This podcast spans multiple mini-episodes traversing the steps in the making of the gin and the tonic and the gin and tonic.
Backpfeifengesicht (roughly, "BAHCK-fifengehzeekt") is, of course, a German word. German words can be so wonderful, expressing depths and nuances of emotion in single words.
How about Schadenfreude, meaning: pleasure derived from another person's misfortune. (SCENE: There's that person in line at the coffee shop and they're interminably miserable. They need 5 minutes to decide but won't step aside, have an impossible to decipher name they've dispassionately muttered while returning to a super loud phone conversation and then, after the barista has completed the mensa task of creating a venti half skim half soy no whip half calf mocha extra drizzle on the inside of the cup at 164 degrees, NEEDS to jump right back in front of you to get like one single ice cube because "This beverage tastes 170 degrees." And leaves a quarter in the tip jar. Then, as they walk away that pristinely polished iPhone 8 plus has slipped from the right shoulder/ear and careens slowly to the floor as the latte slips from a sweaty left palm and a feline sound escapes this joy scoundrel, providing a screechy cymbal crash to the drum solo of a shattering screen, exploding mocha, and tip-tappy shoes that don't know in which direction to lunge . I mean, you should NOT feel good about this. But goddamit, you do.)
Remember when Volkswagon had the commercial touting Fahrvergnügen, interpreted precisely as: driving pleasure? (How cool is that!?)
Speaking of, Volkswagon, means: people's car. Feels all warm and socialist, so inviting to anyone and everyone. (Now, in Trump's America, you don't drive car, car drives you. Russia, what a country! HAH!)
Kummerspect? That's grief bacon. You know, the weight we gain after we've had our hearts shattered and the only relief is sugar and fermented sugar and distilled fermented sugar? (I know, I should drink less.) And bacon. That's Kummerspect.
Here's a great one for the world today, Weltersmerz, or: world pain. That's the discrepancy between how you know the world should be and how you see, feel, and experience the ACTUAL world. I know, right? There's a ficken word for that. Which is also why we have Kummerspect. Brilliant, if you think about it.
Anyway, backpfeifengesicht. Meaning? A face in need of a slap.
You know it when you see it.
I mean, c'mon. You...KNOW IT...when you see it. Downturned lips from a lifetime of pouting about this or that. Weak cheeks and chin. They get angry and you're like, "...really? REALLY? You're gonna come at me with THAT face?" Kind of amorphous features that simply shout, "Of, ffs, just slap me!"
I wonder if there's a German word for a voice that calls to mind a face in need of a slap? ("Yes. It's Driven to Drink." Bah-dum-DUM...psst)
Seriously, though, I sincerely hope our voices are not those voices.
Mark and I thank you from the bottom of our herzen.
In the upcoming podcast, Mark and I discuss,
1. child abuse, emotional trauma, and the impact it has on victims and those one-degree of separation from said abuse/trauma, and
2. Jerry Sandusky and Joe Paterno.
In the upcoming podcast, Mark and I infuse levity and laughter throughout WITHOUT the explicit intention of mocking, belittling, or otherwise harming. However, we recognize that laughter in the face of abuse and trauma can easily feel insulting and offensive. We sincerely apologize from the outset if our attempt to move through a difficult conversation causes you (additional) suffering.
Love you all.
Is Bocephus an apostle?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Do yinz remember Mark? Know Mark?!
He's a gem.
Here you have the first segment of a conversation in three parts.
2017 has been heavy.
So although the Crown Royal Northern Harvest Rye was pouring, and Mark and I cannot avoid shenanigans, Tom Foolery, and whatnot, there is a depth and perhaps lamentive undercurrent.
Stick with us, it's worth it.
When relentless low-level anxiety intensifies, pries open the door to depression, and abruptly rebounds somewhere in the vicinity of a blissed and coked out Robin Williams...it's exceptionally hard on both the person experiencing said tripolar mental health jambalaya as well as said person's life partner and children.
However, when one has most of the tools to contend with whatever shit show one's neurochemistry provides and exceptional people who support and illuminate one's limitations...it's possible to come out on the other side stronger, happier, healthier, and grateful.
It's been said by generations of people wiser than me that it takes a village to raise a child. I'm here to tell you that it also takes a village to raise an adult.
Here you'll find an introduction followed by a conversation between me and Jen.
Thanks for hanging.
Here you go, lovely folk of the D2D community.
It's a full hour of Jason and me followed by outtakes from the introduction. So yeah, also an introduction.
Good stuff, here.
(Is that how you spell the sound of a dramatic kissy noise?)
Jason is back for a two part conversation.
Today we talk about Pittsburgh's 20th mayor, Billy Joel, and my potential as an obituary writer.
At the end, after the last seconds of "Captain Jack" conclude, I've attached a lengthy outtake reel. So really, you should stick around. Or, fast forward. (Meh. When I was a kid we had cassettes and you just needed to listen because who wanted to fast forward and either under or over shoot the next track? Also, I couldn't afford one of those fancy tape decks that recognized the between track pauses and just restarted for you. But then, something like The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill came out with all of that intermediary material that there wasn't a pause and so the smart fast forward was rendered ineffective.)
Anyway, stick around. We love you.
It struck me, while editing what you're about to hear, that I should have brought the proper recorder with me to Los Angeles, along with windscreens. But honestly, I had no idea how deeply I would fall in love with so much of L.A. and that I might want to record some of it with more than my phone. Alas, I was pleasantly surprised and somewhat unprepared. But, because most of our phones are better-than-average video, audio, and photographic recorders, I was prepared enough.
Please enjoy my Santa Monica Pastiche.
I got that joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart.
Down in my heart.
Because I got to listen to the second half of my recent conversation with Oliver yesterday as I polished up this podcast for all o' y'all today and it brings me joy. Down in my mf'ing heart.
I hope it brings you even a fraction of the original emotion of the interaction.
Have a listen.
This is my friend, Oliver.
In conversation, each of us resonates the other(s) and the other(s) resonate us.
If at any point profundity escapes my mouth I necessarily give honor and credit to the person or people elevating and resonating me. This isn't false humility. I know I'm smart and am attempting to travel a path of enlightenment, but all alone I am nothing but this single, biased, necessarily narrowly focused nervous system.
Oliver, much like my other Siblings you've heard on here, brings out things I didn't know I could access. And indeed, I couldn't...until we sat with an intention, mutual respect, and a bottle of Crown Royal Northern Harvest Rye
This is my Halloween masterpiece.
Mine, and Jason's, and Jennifer's, and all of the people who have persevered, "It's a Small World," and understand PRECISELY what that means.
I give this to you. Free of charge.
Please share liberally.
Go to iTunes and rate us 5 stars.
I give you, "Urethral Stricture."
(Headless St. Joseph...by me)
This is the final Del Bosco (1.3) conversation, "Existential Opportunity."
That you are are reading this, listening to that, right here, right now, means you are the product of survivors and are 100% successful with survival.
That's a big deal, cosmically. Congratulations.
But, when you're just trying to tread water in the deep end of the pool it's extremely difficult to see the big picture.
How do you think about existence when you're just trying your level best TO exist?
It takes practice. And time. And lots of support from other humans. And a bunch of other shit I'm currently neglecting only because it's early and caffeine hasn't yet kicked in.
But spend some time with Gerra, here, just like I did...and you'll find yourself a few steps closer to understanding. I promise.
Remember, on the path from any 0 to any 100, we must always travel through 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on. And each step is a macro-spectrum which should be cherished and experienced completely. There's really no need to worry so much about 100. Rather, be here. Now. Always.
And also, listen to more Otis Redding. It'll do you good.
by: E.F. Dugger
Guess who’s back?
Guess who’s back?
Tell a friend.
Del Bosco is back.
Here I will reveal only snippets and themes across the span of these 30 minutes.
Humans as a planetary virus.
Optimism as a species defense mechanism.
There is no other species that destroys itself. Is there?
I have never felt “less than” in the eyes of any social, political, economic, or media system.
Gerra and Pixie got Friday the Thirteenthed.
You made light, Unicorn.
By: Eden F.D.
This conversation lit a thought that had been intermittently sparking for months. So, instead of introducing Gerra where no introduction could do the sheer unicornian awesomeness, I figured I'd share the thought. Please stick with me now...and listen to the podcast after.
I don't want it for just me, I want it for everyone.
(It = The ultimate goal or achievement of a specific cooperative human endeavor)
Say that phrase out loud. Let it clank around in your consciousness for a moment.
I don't want it for just me, I want it for everyone.
Now place yourself in a religious/spiritual/ethics mindframe.
For our purposes, I'll say that "It" regarding all three of those related mind frames is, "Pure, unaltered, and complete knowledge of that which is knowable, or ultimate Truth."
Anyone can get behind that to some extent, I imagine.
Do you have yourself in that mindframe?
Now, I don't want it just for me, I want it for everyone.
Is this statement true?
Great, hold that answer in your brain.
Now I'm going to present to you two different mind frames.
Next, think about economics as you understand them. (Few of us have advanced economics degrees but all of us have to contend with systems of economics. Money, credit cards, debt, taxation, etc. Right?
For our purposes, I'll say that "It" regarding how economics pertains to any person is, "The ability to easily live the best life possible."
Again, I feel like anyone can get behind this definition to some extent.
Do you now have yourself in an economic mind frame?
I don't want it just for me, I want it for everyone.
Is that statement true?
Okay, now hold that too! One more endeavor.
Get yourself in a political mindframe, whatever that means to you.
For the final time, I'll attach what I believe to be an uncontroversial and general definition of "It" as it pertains to personal politics, "When government perfectly supplements and supports the natural social and cooperative tendencies of humans. No more. No less. Perfectly."
Can you dig that?
Great, thanks. Now, I don't want it just for me, I want it for everyone.
Is THAT statement true?
If you led with "yes" but countered with "no" for either of the additional two, I would only ask that you contemplate why the discrepancy.
And I know, a comment might be, "Well of course I want IT for everyone. But, I want my definition of IT."
I would then ask you to contemplate...why your definition of "it?" Are you certain that your definition of "it" is THE definition of "it?"
Because if it's just your definition of "it," then I'd finally ask you to consider if you really do want "it" for everyone.
Please join us for a conversation spanning all that seemed important at the time. Still does. Which is why I'm sharing it with you.
-G&G Muzak Factory
What started as an intro became a half-hour soul search.
If you know me and you have the time, I would appreciate it if you listened to this.
It’s just me.
But it’s for you.
I promise. It’s specifically for you.
And if you need or want me to be even more specific after you’ve listened, just call my name and I’ll be there.
I love you.
Today, there be curveballs.
Here you are on a Thursday night and...what's this? A new D2D Podcast!?
Yes. I'll be unable to get anything together for the weekend so...here I sit with a lovely tulip of bourbon preparing this little gem for you.
And looking at the podcast...it's over an hour? WHAT?!
Indeed. Now that we're all caught up with the iTunes and the Wordpress and the Libsyn and the Driven2Drink funding (...more like defunding. I kid. [...I don't kid...]...) I can, for the most part, release the podcasts just about how I want them to be.
Which is somewhere in the vicinity of an hour.
Maybe you're thinking, "Are there outtakes again? I sure like them!"
Or, "What bumper music is he going to use?"
Rostam. The guy is amazing. I heard him first on the Song Exploder podcast. Also amazing.
Don't let anyone tell you, "They don't make good music anymore."
This is a lie. Lots of theys are making incredible aural art, particularly in 2017. So go find it, and consume it, and expand your brain. Which is a necessary thing, particularly in 2017.
Here you go, "The Poop Emoji Storm (Del Norris 4.4)."
BTW, this is my goddaughter, Eden's, work. Here's what she had to say about it during an epic text convo:
anyway for this piece i wanted to mesh like a japanese traditional koi fish paining with a kind of 70s psychedelic vibe so i thought it would b funny if he was talking so i used google translate (which i knew going into this was an unreliable source)
so the top one was supposed to say "help i have fallen" like the life alert commercial bc i was working with the idea that he was in a waterfall
but of course google translate jacked that up so now it says "help me collapse" which is almost haunting but i think it's like 10x funnier
the whole point of adding the words was to look poetic and make ppl think like wow i wonder what that fish is saying but rly the whole thing is a big beautiful shitpost
the bottom left one was supposed to say "the water burns" and it surprising still does
and the bottome right one was supposed to say "i will die a hero" but the translation from google took a dark turn and now it says "i hope the hero will die"
i also have to add the text and speech bubbles were all done in cheap glitter gel pens from 5 below
i tried to make it identifiable to my brand
Today, D2Dreeps, there be layers.
Every aspect of today's podcast has been deliberately chosen and placed.
Perhaps you give a poop emoji.
Perhaps you have no additional poop emojis to give. I've run out of them at least every day this month. But lo and behold there are always additional poop emojis in the recesses of my Abby Normal brain.
In either case, the podcast is quite purposeful today, particularly as you prepare for next week's show, the poop emoji storm.
But for today, we give you, "The Calm Before the Poop Emoji Storm (Del Norris 4.3)."*
*Hey, you need only click on the linked title there and you will be magically redirected to the libsyn site where you can stream or download.**
**Or if you're doing the iTunes thing, just go get it.***
You may have noticed there was no D2D post this past week.
Actually, if feedback is any indicator, you didn’t notice.
In fact, I’d put money on you, just then, thinking, “Oh yeah. There wasn’t a post this week.”
And if the stats programs attached to this are accurate and valid, countably few people even care.
I would argue that if we looked at the population of humans who’ve laid eyes on the site, not a representative sample but the actual full population, and considered, as a theoretically quantifiable and measurable emotional variable, “giving a shit,” they would fall WAYYY left. Left being giving fewer shits than theoretically average if all behaviors actually fell on a nice & tidy symmetrical bell curve, right being giving greater shits than average.
See, here’s what that theoretical bell curve is supposed to look like:
And, here’s the population of people who’ve been exposed to Driven2Drink and how much of a shit they give about the actual content:
It’s called “positive skewness,” counter-intuitively enough if you’re just thinking about how it appears. But skew direction doesn’t match with…
No, I will not dive too deeply into the bell curve weeds again.
You’ll be there shortly enough as you listen to this second of the four point Del Norris series.
I actually had a point here.
Yessirma’m I did.
You may have noticed there was no D2D post this week.
I’ve decided that I’m just going to post the most polished pieces I can manage whenever they are complete. If that’s once per week, great. Once per month, fine. Three on a singularly epic Monday, sure. It’s the internet, and you know where they’ll be when you want them.
Podcasts I’ll try to keep on a consistent schedule. At the very least continuing forward with once per week. And now that I’m very close to having the Libsyn/iTunes site synced with this, I’ll be able to release episodes that are as long as I want them to be. Here, I’m limited to 50MB for any upload. There, the only thing getting in the way of a Truman Showesque Driven2Drink Pod is the amount of money we have in the coffers (…currently precisely zero…) to pay for storage.
Don’t worry, I’ll never do that. My life, and wife, wouldn’t permit it.
Have fun with this.
“In the Bell Curve Weeds (Del Norris 4.2)”
Oh, and I feel compelled to shine a bright spotlight on the musicians that you’ll hear at the beginning and end. They’re called, “Band Geeks.”
I have a distinct memory of the very first time I placed a pair of prescription glasses on my face.
I was about 10 years old, and had needed glasses for some time. With the prompting of a decent and observant educator, my Mom took me to Sears optical. (“Sears’s,” as my grandmother used to call it. We Pittsburghers tend to make possessive any store name, as if there is an actual Giant Eagle at the helm of the grocery store, or a dude named K-Mart at the ready when one cannot find whatever cheap shit needs to be found.)
I needed glasses.
After the requisite time for creating said glasses, we returned and I put the glasses on my face in the dimmed, tranquil office of the optometrist. Sure, there was a difference, but nothing amazing.
We walked out of the office and into a fluorescent, light drenched, color-saturated, maximally contrasted retail maze filled with other active humans with shiny, four-wheeled carts full of distractingly diverse items.
I know I tend toward hyperbole, but this is was the first moment in my life that I experienced hyperbole as an actual thing. People of a certain age will remember the first time they watched “The Wizard of Oz,” and the scene where Dorothy, along with the entire freaking world, saw Technicolor for the first time. People of a younger generation might recall watching “The Matrix,” “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon,” or perhaps “Inception,” which blasted open some untouched portion of the visual cortex and delivered a thing never before seen or even conceptually possible.
Imagine that…but like YOU actually are Dorothy or Neo, like a dream in which you become that character experiencing the thing that is currently cracking open brains on the other side of the screen…and you can then understand my first moments with those prescription glasses staring at richness, depth, and clarity like I had NEVER experienced.
I ran into things. I over-reached with my right hand for my left hand. My heart rate rose, pupils dilated…which didn’t help, sweat formed in cracks and crevices. My brain, in the process of acclimating, was awash with whatever neuro-chemicals cause panic, astonishment, worry, and epiphany.
What does that have to do with this podcast?
Quite a bit actually.
Have a listen.
I simply needed to allow those of you who follow along here to hear the rest of the conversation from the DelNorris three point series without much delay.
So, here it is.
And John Coltrane…because John Coltrane’s “My Favorite Things” is like my forever mood. Overcast. Cool. But absolutely chilling within the chill. Floating on the grey clouds and drinking in the aromas of Fall.
For those keeping track in the manner I began keeping track of the D2D Pod post Penelope, this would be Del Norris 3.3.
For those now utterly confused, welcome to my brain.
(Not as sorry as I am.)
Here are a few handy notes as you move through today’s podcast:
Follow along, kiddies, it’s great fun.
We present to you, “What’s Going On?”
A former Catholic socialist-leaning Clinton-voting Pitt graduate and a reformed Catholic conservative-leaning Reaganite Penn State graduate walk into a basement with wine and whiskey, have a conversation about intelligent design, politics, philosophy, and faith, and come out on the other side with love.
That ain’t bad, huh?
The album Astral Weeks was reportedly recorded in an exceptionally short period of time and the musicians, for the most part, did not use lead sheets. Van Morrison apparently sat in a booth by himself, the band left to improvise around him whims, words, and moods. But it ends up something singularly wonderful. It’s free flowing. Sloppy at times. Several of the songs need minutes to really find cohesion. But the emotional core of this record is as cavernous as the universe, or a human soul, both of which may very well be one and the same.
My favorite conversations, the ones that resonate, provide me with insights and depth even as I’m laughing or frolicking about, making sense or talking nonsense, are the ones that flow like that recording session.
No structure. Just two or more people in relationship, communicating honestly, attempting to work WITH the shared undercurrent rather than against it, recognizing that we’re not in control of anything but knowing that the thrill of human connection gives us access to whatever is.
I’m thrilled to present to you, “Playing Without Charts,” which might well be subtitled: Del Norris 3.2.
There are many things worth your time…I’d recommend this podcast as one of them.
Also, and I’m NOT attempting to draw, because there are not any parallels between what I’m laying down and what the following folks have established in this world…Andy Goldsworthy’s documentary, “Rivers and Tides.” You can watch it free HERE. If you have any interest in art and/or Ireland and/or Zen Buddhism and/or nature and/or simple human awesomeness, this documentary is for you.
Also, John Coletrane. If you’re unfamiliar, start HERE. This is one of my favorite pieces of music ever. Or, if any of you are Coltrane fans, let me know where you would suggest a novice, or anyone, begin.
When you hear the word cochlea…drink.
Who knew the Driven2Drink podcast could provide the impetus for a fantastic drinking game? Jason. Why didn’t I think of this first? Who cares right? Cochlea.
We present to you, “Of Coletrane and Cochleas.” The music you’ll be hearing is a wonderful new artist, Lianne La Havas, beginning with “Unstoppable” and ending with “What You Don’t Know.” Also, be sure to check out her Tiny Desk Concert, HERE.
I’m an only child who has been fortunate/blessed/karmically-enabled with a Dugger-sized family of non-blood brothers, and those of you who know what I’m talking about will get this immediately…blood isn’t always thicker than water.
Jim is my brother.
You’ve already met Brian, R.J., Mark, Guido, and Jason on this podcast. Tony on Facebook if you hang out there. They are my brothers. You’ve not met Phillip. He’s my brother, too.
But Jim…this one is for Jim. I was a Resident Assistant in Lothrop Hall at the University of Pittsburgh. Fall 1994 through Spring 1995. Jim was a resident. Jim and I were also members of the Heinz Chapel Choir. Some of you are former members. We made music…did we not? Jim and I were also part of what I’d argue was the first contemporary a cappella group on the campus of the University of Pittsburgh. Like, what kids know today from the Pitch Perfect movies or The Sing Off. It was the winter of 1993. Having rehearsed an Angeles arrangement of “Always Something There to Remind Me,” we, six people named “The Five Bucks,” prepared to perform at the Friday night improvs in the basement of the Cathedral of Learning. We got bumped. Indignant and boisterous, we six 5 Bucks exited the Cathedral, stood at the front entrance, and put on a performance for our friends and whoever was interested enough to freeze their collective asses off in the middle of a blustery Pittsburgh Winter. (Here is a bit more of the history from the Pitt Pendulums’ website. There you can follow the inception and progress of co-ed contemporary a cappella at Pitt.)
And through those experiences, along with a trip to Miami for the Super Bowl in 1995 (…I believe Jim’s Mom won one of those contests through a snack brand…enter a code, mail a thing, call a number, eat enough Doritos, you know…for an all expenses trip for two…), the highlight of which was stumbling upon a free Chuck Berry concert (…yes, you read that right…), Jim became my brother.
There are other brothers as well, and my hope is to introduce them to you. For now, however, let’s finish this conversation with Jim.
We present to you, “The Sam Harris Problem…Resolved.”
I trust, if you’ve processed and are familiar with any single element of the title and/or the meme below and if you know me and my connection to those elements, that you understand sarcasm.
However, if that first paragraph simply confuses you, know this…today’s conversation with James has depth, humor, and honesty. Of course, you’ll be the judge of that, but I hope you do listen.
Oh, and yes Virginia, there is a first official D2D sponsor.
We present to you, “The Sam Harris Problem.”