If you find yourself with some spare time on your hands (and, once again, if you are reading this right now that would appear to be the case. I mean, no offense- I’m glad you’re reading this and all. I’m just saying.) you should totally go here and listen to this interview I just did with Sage and Hella, who are both married and do a popular Internet radio show called Marriage Doesn’t Suck. It’s pretty much just me rambling with them about assorted topics, but if you are feeling really alone today and want to not feel alone, well, maybe this is the perfect solution for you. Or you could just listen to music or something. Really it’s up to you. I’m just putting it out there. You seem so nice.

Dave Hill

If you find yourself with some spare time on your hands (and, once again, if you are reading this right now that would appear to be the case. I mean, no offense- I’m glad you’re reading this and all. I’m just saying.) you should totally go here and listen to this interview I just did with Sage and Hella, who are both married and do a popular Internet radio show called Marriage Doesn’t Suck. It’s pretty much just me rambling with them about assorted topics, but if you are feeling really alone today and want to not feel alone, well, maybe this is the perfect solution for you. Or you could just listen to music or something. Really it’s up to you. I’m just putting it out there. You seem so nice.

Dave Hill

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It’s Sunday, a good day for coffee-drinking and laundry-doing and whatnot. I am drinking coffee and was thinking about doing laundry but then was all like “Fuck it- I’ll do that shit tomorrow or something. Dave’s got too much living to do today.”

Anyway, speaking of living and whatnot, here is an awesome song and video by Thin Lizzy, one of the greatest bands of all time hands down. The song, “The Rocker,” is much longer on the album and has lots more sweet shredding, but this version still rocks balls and is probably my favorite song by the band from their days as a trio, before they got the twin guitar action happening and just stepped all over everyone’s nuts once and for all. The guitar player in this video is Gary Moore, who is awesome. However, it should be noted that he is faking it in this video because this song was actually played in the studio by Eric Bell, Thin Lizzy’s elusive first guitarist who left the band in 1973 because the rock-n-roll lifestyle was beating him down like a motherfucker. Big mistake, Eric.

Dave Hill

It’s Sunday, a good day for coffee-drinking and laundry-doing and whatnot. I am drinking coffee and was thinking about doing laundry but then was all like “Fuck it- I’ll do that shit tomorrow or something. Dave’s got too much living to do today.”

Anyway, speaking of living and whatnot, here is an awesome song and video by Thin Lizzy, one of the greatest bands of all time hands down. The song, “The Rocker,” is much longer on the album and has lots more sweet shredding, but this version still rocks balls and is probably my favorite song by the band from their days as a trio, before they got the twin guitar action happening and just stepped all over everyone’s nuts once and for all. The guitar player in this video is Gary Moore, who is awesome. However, it should be noted that he is faking it in this video because this song was actually played in the studio by Eric Bell, Thin Lizzy’s elusive first guitarist who left the band in 1973 because the rock-n-roll lifestyle was beating him down like a motherfucker. Big mistake, Eric.

Dave Hill

Today I write from a big plane flying somewhere between Kansas City (Missouri I think, not the Kansas state one, though that is nearby) and New York City. I have spent the past couple days in Kansas, the state, shooting something for the popular Current TV network, which is on cable. I stayed in Topeka, Kansas, which was about an hour from the airport, and then, yesterday, shot a story about an awesome guy who- according to him, his mother, and a small but loyal group of followers anyway- is the pope of the Catholic Church (photo above). I can’t go into it too much right now because I have to let the story do the talking when it ends up on television, but you can get a better sense of things at Pope Michael’s website, which is located here. Anyway, as pope’s go, he is a pretty awesome and incredible guy. I hope I get to hang out with him and his mother and eat chili again some day real soon, just like I did yesterday.

Aside from hanging out with the pope and his mother, most of my time in Kansas was spent eating a lot. One night I went to a BBQ restaurant near the airport that I can’t remember the name of. Unfortunately, I wasn’t super hungry so I didn’t get to throw down like a motherf*cker and eat a whole bunch or anything, but I did eat some ribs and that was nice. I like ribs and- for whatever reason- I pretty much only eat them while travelling and ending up at some BBQ restaurant in Kansas or something. I’m not sure why that is. Ribs are generally pretty awesome. I’m thinking about putting them into the rotation.

Last night, I ate with all the television people at Old Chicago, a pizza place in Topeka that has 110 beers on their menu. Since I like drinking stuff, I was reasonably excited about it. The weird thing is though, when you get right down to it, 110 beers isn’t really that many. I mean, it is generally speaking, but once you start going through the list then you’re all wishing they had something they don’t have on the menu. It’s almost better if they have just six beers or something so you could just accept it and move on. At least that’s how it is with me anyway. Then again, I’m a major a-hole.

After dinner, there was more work to be done as I had to record a bunch of voiceovers for the TV show. It’s funny how it gets much harder to talk in my television voice (significantly louder and with less mumbling than my normal, hanging-out voice) once I’ve had a few drinks. I have a tough enough time talking as it is, but once the drinks were thrown into the equation it was nearly impossible to speak with the clarity America deserves. I am not proud of this. Do not live by my example, whether you are in show business or not.

Also in Kansas, not surpisingly, I saw lots of adorable cows and horses. There were even a lot of baby cows- calves, they call them- hanging out with the big cows and horses. Talk about adorable. Do not get me started on this topic. I wanted to get out of the car and just pet them and pet them until a farmer or someone might run up to me and was all like “Hey, you- get away from that animal.” Then I’d just go back to the car I guess. A lot of times people see baby cows and want to take them home with them (not unlike in the hit movie “City Slickers,” starring Hollywood’s Billy Crystal, Daniel Stern, and Jack Palance) but then after a while the baby cow gets all big and the person is all like “Shit, I have a cow in my house and I am not entirely sure what to do about it.” The moral of the story is this: if you ever see a baby cow and are thinking of taking it home with you, don’t. Instead, just stand there and pet it for a while until you get it out of your system. Someone might come along and yell at you but- trust me on this one- that is a lot less of a hassle than totally have a big cow in your house, a situation that comes with its own set of problems that I won’t even get into right now.

Okay, that about covers it until next time.

Dave Hill

Today I write from a big plane flying somewhere between Kansas City (Missouri I think, not the Kansas state one, though that is nearby) and New York City. I have spent the past couple days in Kansas, the state, shooting something for the popular Current TV network, which is on cable. I stayed in Topeka, Kansas, which was about an hour from the airport, and then, yesterday, shot a story about an awesome guy who- according to him, his mother, and a small but loyal group of followers anyway- is the pope of the Catholic Church (photo above). I can’t go into it too much right now because I have to let the story do the talking when it ends up on television, but you can get a better sense of things at Pope Michael’s website, which is located here. Anyway, as pope’s go, he is a pretty awesome and incredible guy. I hope I get to hang out with him and his mother and eat chili again some day real soon, just like I did yesterday.

Aside from hanging out with the pope and his mother, most of my time in Kansas was spent eating a lot. One night I went to a BBQ restaurant near the airport that I can’t remember the name of. Unfortunately, I wasn’t super hungry so I didn’t get to throw down like a motherf*cker and eat a whole bunch or anything, but I did eat some ribs and that was nice. I like ribs and- for whatever reason- I pretty much only eat them while travelling and ending up at some BBQ restaurant in Kansas or something. I’m not sure why that is. Ribs are generally pretty awesome. I’m thinking about putting them into the rotation.

Last night, I ate with all the television people at Old Chicago, a pizza place in Topeka that has 110 beers on their menu. Since I like drinking stuff, I was reasonably excited about it. The weird thing is though, when you get right down to it, 110 beers isn’t really that many. I mean, it is generally speaking, but once you start going through the list then you’re all wishing they had something they don’t have on the menu. It’s almost better if they have just six beers or something so you could just accept it and move on. At least that’s how it is with me anyway. Then again, I’m a major a-hole.

After dinner, there was more work to be done as I had to record a bunch of voiceovers for the TV show. It’s funny how it gets much harder to talk in my television voice (significantly louder and with less mumbling than my normal, hanging-out voice) once I’ve had a few drinks. I have a tough enough time talking as it is, but once the drinks were thrown into the equation it was nearly impossible to speak with the clarity America deserves. I am not proud of this. Do not live by my example, whether you are in show business or not.

Also in Kansas, not surpisingly, I saw lots of adorable cows and horses. There were even a lot of baby cows- calves, they call them- hanging out with the big cows and horses. Talk about adorable. Do not get me started on this topic. I wanted to get out of the car and just pet them and pet them until a farmer or someone might run up to me and was all like “Hey, you- get away from that animal.” Then I’d just go back to the car I guess. A lot of times people see baby cows and want to take them home with them (not unlike in the hit movie “City Slickers,” starring Hollywood’s Billy Crystal, Daniel Stern, and Jack Palance) but then after a while the baby cow gets all big and the person is all like “Shit, I have a cow in my house and I am not entirely sure what to do about it.” The moral of the story is this: if you ever see a baby cow and are thinking of taking it home with you, don’t. Instead, just stand there and pet it for a while until you get it out of your system. Someone might come along and yell at you but- trust me on this one- that is a lot less of a hassle than totally have a big cow in your house, a situation that comes with its own set of problems that I won’t even get into right now.

Okay, that about covers it until next time.

Dave Hill

If you are looking for something fun and exciting to do this Saturday and/or Sunday night and you live in the exciting New York City area, you should totally come to this thing I am doing in historic Williamsburg called the Post-It Note series. I went before when I wasn’t in it and had a seriously good time. I am in the show this time, so now I can only imagine how much more fun it will be. Then again, maybe I will have a horrible experience and decide to leave show business altogether after this one. It’s tough to say really. Anyway, click on the image above and you can get the details. Basically, a bunch of writers write these stories and then the talented artist Arthur Jones illustrates the stories on Post-It notes that are then projected onto the walls at Monkeytown (the place where this thing is happening) while the writers that wrote the stories read them in front of the people who in turn sit there eating and drinking and generally having a good time. It happens twice each night and in between shows I imagine I will just get something to eat or something. I will also be available for lengthy, heart-to-heart conversations about everything and nothing at all. Just don’t touch my food or I’ll freak the f*ck out.

If watching people read is not your thing, you can come see my sweet rock band Valley Lodge later on Saturday night. We’re playing at a Halloween party of sorts being thrown by a burgeoning pickle company at a place called Freddy’s in Park Slope. To review: Halloween, my sweetass rock band, and pickles. Okay, so there’s that. It is going to happen right after I finish reading my story for the second time on Saturday night. The full details are available by clicking on that photo above. Holy sh*t is it going to be awesome.

And finally, on the glamour front, above is a photo of me at this crazy party I went to last week. I am extremely disturbed by how much my head is too big for my body. Seriously, I mean, I knew it was big, but what the f*ck?

Dave Hill

If you are looking for something fun and exciting to do this Saturday and/or Sunday night and you live in the exciting New York City area, you should totally come to this thing I am doing in historic Williamsburg called the Post-It Note series. I went before when I wasn’t in it and had a seriously good time. I am in the show this time, so now I can only imagine how much more fun it will be. Then again, maybe I will have a horrible experience and decide to leave show business altogether after this one. It’s tough to say really. Anyway, click on the image above and you can get the details. Basically, a bunch of writers write these stories and then the talented artist Arthur Jones illustrates the stories on Post-It notes that are then projected onto the walls at Monkeytown (the place where this thing is happening) while the writers that wrote the stories read them in front of the people who in turn sit there eating and drinking and generally having a good time. It happens twice each night and in between shows I imagine I will just get something to eat or something. I will also be available for lengthy, heart-to-heart conversations about everything and nothing at all. Just don’t touch my food or I’ll freak the f*ck out.

If watching people read is not your thing, you can come see my sweet rock band Valley Lodge later on Saturday night. We’re playing at a Halloween party of sorts being thrown by a burgeoning pickle company at a place called Freddy’s in Park Slope. To review: Halloween, my sweetass rock band, and pickles. Okay, so there’s that. It is going to happen right after I finish reading my story for the second time on Saturday night. The full details are available by clicking on that photo above. Holy sh*t is it going to be awesome.

And finally, on the glamour front, above is a photo of me at this crazy party I went to last week. I am extremely disturbed by how much my head is too big for my body. Seriously, I mean, I knew it was big, but what the f*ck?

Dave Hill

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In case you were looking to do some rocking out today (And, really, why wouldn’t you be?), I thought I would point you in the direction of the f*cking sweet rock band St. Vitus. Described by some as a doom metal band, they were from Los Angeles and formed in 1979. They rocked balls Black Sabbath-style and released most of their album’s on Black Flag guitarist Gregg Ginn’s SST label (which was also home to the Minutemen, Dinosaur Jr., Husker Du, Bad Brains, and a bunch of other sweet bands at various points in their careers). St. Vitus had monster riffs and monster mustaches and were not to be messed with. They had a handful of different singers over the years (most notably Wino from the Obsessed), but here the mic is rocked by Christian Linderson. Improve your life by rocking out to St. Vitus right now or I’ll kick you in the nuts. Dammit. If you’d like to keep the sludge coming, you might want to check out Saint Vitus guitarist Dave Chandler’s new band Debris Inc. This band also comes Dave Hill-approved.

Dave Hill

In case you were looking to do some rocking out today (And, really, why wouldn’t you be?), I thought I would point you in the direction of the f*cking sweet rock band St. Vitus. Described by some as a doom metal band, they were from Los Angeles and formed in 1979. They rocked balls Black Sabbath-style and released most of their album’s on Black Flag guitarist Gregg Ginn’s SST label (which was also home to the Minutemen, Dinosaur Jr., Husker Du, Bad Brains, and a bunch of other sweet bands at various points in their careers). St. Vitus had monster riffs and monster mustaches and were not to be messed with. They had a handful of different singers over the years (most notably Wino from the Obsessed), but here the mic is rocked by Christian Linderson. Improve your life by rocking out to St. Vitus right now or I’ll kick you in the nuts. Dammit. If you’d like to keep the sludge coming, you might want to check out Saint Vitus guitarist Dave Chandler’s new band Debris Inc. This band also comes Dave Hill-approved.

Dave Hill