I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but here’s a little song for those who do.

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A song about the free wine at gallery openings. There was originally a second chorus about the free wine once offered in Chinese restaurants, but the chorus was removed when the practice was abandoned.

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You can now obtain the 228th edition of Le Scat Noir, over here. This one contains another page of my musical instrument drawings, the full score of my song “Buenas Noches, Little Roaches,” and my translation of Alphonse Allais’s story “Shocking.” There are many other things in it too, I might add. And it’s now […]

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The Doug Skinner Songbook is now available! This elegant oversized paperback contains 46 of my songs, including such favorites as “Buenas Noches, Little Roaches,” “Love Me Unconditionally,” “My Pal Satan,” and “Bloated Plutocrats on Parade”! They’re “chillingly zany” (New York Times); they’re “scathingly witty… lullabies etched in acid” (Metro Magazine), and now you can add […]

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A song about that peculiar American institution, the Renaissance Faire. Here, as usual, is the beginning. You can find the whole song in The Doug Skinner Songbook, coming soon from Black Scat Books, and you can listen to it on my album That Regrettable Weekend.

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My old band, White Knuckle Sandwich, often performed this lively and informative number. When we spelled out “oblongata,” Anne and Jen pointed to their T and A, which are other parts of the human anatomy.

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What do you give a hypnotist for his birthday? Finally, the question has been addressed in a song. And you can hear all about it on That Regrettable Weekend.

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On July 28, 2017, I found myself in Lily Dale, NY, a center of Spiritualism, performing in an evening organized by Shannon Taggart. I performed what I called music attributed to ultraterrestrials, using a term favored by the late John Keel for non-human entities. My program included fairy music from England, Ireland, Wales, and Norway; […]

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People who have children have to take what they get. And they shouldn’t be surprised if those children turn out no better than their parents.

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I don’t know when I’m going to die, but I do know what to expect.

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