Keep it black.

Dave Hill

I am in scenic Los Angeles as I type this. At the moment I’m in my room at a hotel in West Hollywood which, for some reason, has filled me with an overwhelming urge to sit naked on all the furniture. Then again, I feel that way pretty much anywhere I’m left alone for an extended period of time. More often than not, however, hanging out in my boxers is about as bad as it ever gets with me. That’s just how I live my life.

Last night I went to see Trainwreck, my close personal friend Kyle Gass from Tenacious D’s other band (This is the namedropping portion of this entry), at the Viper Room. It was the last night of their month-long residency at the club and the place was packed.

Trainwreck were awesome and rocked balls for about 45 minutes before coming back out on stage for an encore. The first song of their encore was “The Rocker” by Thin Lizzy, before which Kyle gave me what is known in the industry as a “shout out from the stage” because- as mentioned earlier- we are close personal friends. Since I had earplugs in and was slightly liquored up, I couldn’t hear everything he was saying though. Apparently neither could the people I was sitting with because they swore that Kyle had asked me to come up on stage and play guitar with the band. I didn’t hear him say this but- being half in the bag and jetlagged and all- I took their word for it and climbed on stage to play “The Rocker” and a couple other covers with the band. It was good times. I felt a little silly after the show, however, when I found out that I was right about Kyle not calling me up on the stage. Fortunately, Kyle and the rest of the band seemed to appreciate my joie de vivre and just figured I was wasted and couldn’t fight off the impulse to rock. That’s just how it goes with us rockers sometimes.

On a technical/guitar geek note, for my accidental guest appearance with Trainwreck last night, I played Kyle’s custom Tenacious D SG, which was pretty badass and is apparently an SG from Gibson’s Gothic series that some friends of his customized for him. It says Tenacious D instead of Gibson and KG instead of SG on the headstock, but I was too busy rocking out to notice any of this at the time. Kyle filled me in on this detail later.

Shortly, I will put some pants on and hit the town for more West Coast mayhem. I think I’m supposed to get dinner or something. As you may have noticed from this entry, I am pretty brain dead from lack of sleep, etc. already, but I will be back with another spine-tingling report from the West Coast soon. In the meantime, deal with the suspense as best you can.

Dave Hill

I am in scenic Los Angeles as I type this. At the moment I’m in my room at a hotel in West Hollywood which, for some reason, has filled me with an overwhelming urge to sit naked on all the furniture. Then again, I feel that way pretty much anywhere I’m left alone for an extended period of time. More often than not, however, hanging out in my boxers is about as bad as it ever gets with me. That’s just how I live my life.

Last night I went to see Trainwreck, my close personal friend Kyle Gass from Tenacious D’s other band (This is the namedropping portion of this entry), at the Viper Room. It was the last night of their month-long residency at the club and the place was packed.

Trainwreck were awesome and rocked balls for about 45 minutes before coming back out on stage for an encore. The first song of their encore was “The Rocker” by Thin Lizzy, before which Kyle gave me what is known in the industry as a “shout out from the stage” because- as mentioned earlier- we are close personal friends. Since I had earplugs in and was slightly liquored up, I couldn’t hear everything he was saying though. Apparently neither could the people I was sitting with because they swore that Kyle had asked me to come up on stage and play guitar with the band. I didn’t hear him say this but- being half in the bag and jetlagged and all- I took their word for it and climbed on stage to play “The Rocker” and a couple other covers with the band. It was good times. I felt a little silly after the show, however, when I found out that I was right about Kyle not calling me up on the stage. Fortunately, Kyle and the rest of the band seemed to appreciate my joie de vivre and just figured I was wasted and couldn’t fight off the impulse to rock. That’s just how it goes with us rockers sometimes.

On a technical/guitar geek note, for my accidental guest appearance with Trainwreck last night, I played Kyle’s custom Tenacious D SG, which was pretty badass and is apparently an SG from Gibson’s Gothic series that some friends of his customized for him. It says Tenacious D instead of Gibson and KG instead of SG on the headstock, but I was too busy rocking out to notice any of this at the time. Kyle filled me in on this detail later.

Shortly, I will put some pants on and hit the town for more West Coast mayhem. I think I’m supposed to get dinner or something. As you may have noticed from this entry, I am pretty brain dead from lack of sleep, etc. already, but I will be back with another spine-tingling report from the West Coast soon. In the meantime, deal with the suspense as best you can.

Dave Hill

I am going to scenic Los Angeles tomorrow for a couple days just so I can kick some ass on the West Coast for a change. While I am there, I am hoping to check out this art gallery’s showing of Norwegian black metal pictures taken by Peter Beste, a photographer who as far as I know is totally not related to the guy whose entire life was ruined by getting kicked out of the Beatles. Their names are spelled different anyway. Anyway, the show looks pretty incredible whether you’re into Norwegian black metal or not (but why wouldn’t you be?). I’ll let you know what happens. Maybe they will be selling posters and then I can take down all the Monet posters hanging in my dorm room. I am totally leaving up that one poster of the guy kissing the girl in France though and there is not a damn thing anybody can say about it.

Dave Hill

It’s nothing personal, Norah. I would still totally bone you.

Dave Hill

I am going to scenic Los Angeles tomorrow for a couple days just so I can kick some ass on the West Coast for a change. While I am there, I am hoping to check out this art gallery’s showing of Norwegian black metal pictures taken by Peter Beste, a photographer who as far as I know is totally not related to the guy whose entire life was ruined by getting kicked out of the Beatles. Their names are spelled different anyway. Anyway, the show looks pretty incredible whether you’re into Norwegian black metal or not (but why wouldn’t you be?). I’ll let you know what happens. Maybe they will be selling posters and then I can take down all the Monet posters hanging in my dorm room. I am totally leaving up that one poster of the guy kissing the girl in France though and there is not a damn thing anybody can say about it.

Dave Hill

It’s nothing personal, Norah. I would still totally bone you.

Dave Hill

I just wanted to let you know that on Thurs. Nov. 3 at 9:30pm, I will be bringing my brand new award-winning nightclub act to the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre (located at 307 West 26th Street right here in town). The show is called The Dave Hill Explosion and critics are already calling it the most incredible thing that has ever happened in North America. I am pretty excited about it (though admittedly I have been throwing up a lot lately too). Anyway, if you would like to see me talk, sing, read, dance, show a short film or two, and just sort of touch hearts in general for up to but no longer than 35 minutes straight, then you will you not believe what I have cooked up for you on Nov. 3. I am even going to have a super secret surprise guest (Rufus Wainwright) on the show who is so amazing the UCB folks should probably think about performing cavity searches on everyone at the door. As mentioned earlier, the excitement starts at 9:30pm when Julie Klausner and Sue Galloway come out and perform their excellent Free To Be Friends show. Then when they are finished, I will come out and start changing lives. That sh*t will go down at approximately 10pm. I really hope you can make it. That would be so great.

Dave Hill

I just wanted to let you know that on Thurs. Nov. 3 at 9:30pm, I will be bringing my brand new award-winning nightclub act to the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre (located at 307 West 26th Street right here in town). The show is called The Dave Hill Explosion and critics are already calling it the most incredible thing that has ever happened in North America. I am pretty excited about it (though admittedly I have been throwing up a lot lately too). Anyway, if you would like to see me talk, sing, read, dance, show a short film or two, and just sort of touch hearts in general for up to but no longer than 35 minutes straight, then you will you not believe what I have cooked up for you on Nov. 3. I am even going to have a super secret surprise guest (Rufus Wainwright) on the show who is so amazing the UCB folks should probably think about performing cavity searches on everyone at the door. As mentioned earlier, the excitement starts at 9:30pm when Julie Klausner and Sue Galloway come out and perform their excellent Free To Be Friends show. Then when they are finished, I will come out and start changing lives. That sh*t will go down at approximately 10pm. I really hope you can make it. That would be so great.

Dave Hill

Okay, here is something fun and interactive for the whole family! Assuming anyone actually reads this page, I have a couple questions I would like to offer up for heated and at times even raging debate. Please weigh in on the following in the comments section below if you have time (and, really, if you’re reading this page, you probably do have the time. I mean, let’s be honest. Am I right?). Okay, so here goes:

If you discovered a shriveled up (and most likely repeatedly tumble-dried) condom (that was definitely, definitely without question not yours) in a laundromat dryer as you were unloading your clothes from it, would you re-wash the entire load of laundry or would you be all like “Ah, screw it!”?

Okay, so that’s the first question. Now on to the second. The other day at the post office, I stood in line behind a guy with a Jagermeister tattoo. My question: If someone has a Jagermeister tattoo, does that automatically mean that that person is a douchebag?

Anyway, I haven’t slept in like three days wondering about both of these things, so if you could offer your opinion on these matters that would be so great.

Okay then, that’s all I got for now. Great, okay, thanks. Bye.

Dave Hill