|Dave’s Catch O’ The Day: Lucy Wainwright Roche’s "8 Songs" EP||
Hi there. I wanted to tell you about some music you should go buy and then listen to over and over again. It is Lucy Wainwright Roche’s new EP, “8 Songs,” which was recorded just blocks from my home. If you listen closely, you can almost smell me in the distance. But enough about me- Lucy’s songs and voice are so great, it’s kind of scary. She also does a few covers that will kick you right in the nuts with their awesomeness as well. You can buy Lucy’s EP on iTunes or by going to her MySpace page. I have listened to it roughly 40 times in the last 48 hours. If you find yourself in New York City, Lucy is opening for her brother Rufus on June 5 at the Gramercy Theatre. Until then, you can watch this clip of Lucy performing Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” with Rufus in Europe this past summer.
|King Of Miami: The Popular Music Video||
Hi. How are you? I am fine. Thanks for asking. If you click on the above window, you can watch a music video that my friend Phil and I made (well, we didn’t make it, but we’re in it. Dammit.) to accompany our soon to be wildly popular television program “The King of Miami,” which- as mentioned in previous posts- will be broadcasting to you on the futuristic Mojo network starting on May 7th at 9:30pm. I hope you enjoy it (show and the music video). If you want to go straight to the page on which the video is located, you can go here. Okay, so that’s pretty much the deal with that. Good luck!
|The Sheriff Of Prospect Park||
Here is a new video I did for the popular comedic website Superdeluxe, which is from the future. It stars me and my friends David Rakoff and Brad Steuernagel. I hope you enjoy it so much.
It is Sunday and I have been eating an exceptional amount of meat products all weekend, starting on Friday with two hamburgers and then raging into Saturday with a steak and- later- some chicken wings. I had a pastrami sandwich today and am thinking of hitting the streets to try and eat some more meat products before the weekend is officially over. Why? Because I don’t fuck around.
In other news, the Dave Hill Explosion this past Thursday was maybe my most explosive Explosion yet. As rumored on the Internet, my guests were Dick Cavett and Rufus Wainwright. Dick came out first and moonwalked and generally blew minds for a while. Then Rufus came out and played two songs from his new album, “Sans Souci” (not sure if I’m spelling that right) and “Going To A Town,” both of which were amazing. Then he came over and joined me and Dick behind my desk to finish off an evening that I will never forget. That is the three of us sitting there in the photo above in case you hadn’t already put that together on your own. There is a nice writeup and photos of the show over at the reputable Brooklyn Vegan website (I can’t talk about the show too much because I lived it, dammit).
Another exciting thing that happened on Thursday is that I was also joined by Little Shakira a/k/a Little Michael Jackson a/k/a Little Alex a/k/a the incredible person in the photo above. If you are ever looking to “take things to the next level,” this is a good place to start. He’s with me though, so don’t even think about it or I’ll cut you.
Here is something to keep your day exciting and/or upsetting. The above photo is of my friend Phil’s nether regions during the video shoot we did last week for my soon-to-be-wildly-popular program “The King of Miami,” which is coming to you in the futuristic high-definition format on the futuristic Mojo network.
In other news, last night on the Internet I watched part of an interesting webumentary (I just coined that phrase this second. Use it if you wish but please give me full and constant credit. Then again, maybe someone else has already come up with that word) on Norwegian Black Metal, specifically about the band Gorgoroth. You can access it <a href=”http://www.roadrunnerrecords.com/blabbermouth.net/news.aspx?mode=Article&newsitemID=70722
” target=”_blank”>here. I didn’t want it to end.
|Parking Tickets! Am I Right?||
I have just finished paying a bunch of parking tickets I got on my recent trip to scenic Los Angeles. I got four total over the course of the week that cost me a combined total of almost $200 and all could have been avoided if I had just managed to carry a few quarters with me everywhere. Since I am retarded and usually late for appointments and stuff, I instead just parked my car, kept my fingers crossed, and ran into wherever I had to go. Usually it didn’t work out. This isn’t a very good story, but hopefully we all learned a lesson, dammit.
Speaking of bad news, that is pretty crazy and sad news about the shootings at Virginia Tech. Hurray for guns! I hope this doesn’t give them a bad rep. Normally guns do so many good things for us, it’s so weird when something negative happens with them. Okay, that is my biting and sarcastic social commentary for today. Maybe I will be asked to go on CNN or something. I better do some laundry.
In keeping with this week’s theme of posting embarrassing photos of myself on the Internet, above is a photo of me from a pilot I was in last week starring the excellent rock band <a href=”
http://www.theuppercrust.org/” target=”_blank”>the Upper Crust. I was in a short scene in which I played a character named Ballgag Bob, who- as the picture suggests- is into S&M and whatnot. Believe it or not, I had never worn S&M gear before. It’s not my thing really (though I must admit I kind of dig the hotpants). I realize a lot of folks are legitimately into it, but it all seems very 1994 to me, kind of like barb wire armband tattoos and stuff. Remember that period where America was all like “anything goes” and stuff and next thing you know some guy from the high school football team was all like “Look- this is the Chinese symbol for life!”? Now we just have those guys with fauxhawks to remind us how crazy life can be sometimes. How do they do it?
Anyway, the Upper Crust pilot looks really funny. I hope the show makes it onto the airwaves. America will be a better place for it.
|King Of Miami And Other Topics||
It is raining like a motherfucker here in New York City and I honestly just can’t stop talking about it. Anyway, a couple of days ago, my friend Phil and I shot an exciting music video in some big warehouse in Brooklyn to promote my exciting new television show “The King of Miami,” which debuts on May 7 on the futuristic television network Mojo, which totally comes to you in the futuristic high-definition that most people can’t even handle.
The video was lots of fun to make and- as hinted at in the photo above- featured three attractive ladies in bikinis who danced around and looked really pretty all day and stuff. I am trying to be a pretend douchebag in the photo but if you look closely you can see that I kind of look more like an actual douchebag. You be the judge. Anyway, the video should be done soon and will be on the Internet and stuff so I will mention it here and then you can go watch it and circle will be completed.
After we finished making the incredible music video, our buddies from the futuristic high-definition television network mentioned earlier took me and Phil to dinner at BLT Prime, a steak restaurant that we both found to be really, really classy, even for us, two of the classiest guys we know. I ordered a big rib eye steak and ate the fuck out of that thing. The steak came with a chunk of bone that had the bone marrow all cooked up inside and then a little spoon for you to eat the marrow with. It seemed kind of interesting but just tasted like a bunch of fat so then I was all like “What the F? You’re not even trying!”
For dessert at the classy restaurant, we had a couple of chocolatey, moussey type things and I also ordered a glass of grappa, which always seems like a good idea but then the next day I feel like someone beat the crap out of me. I think I need to put myself on the road to wellness or at least on the road to not hammeredness for a while. I am starting with the man in the mirror. I am asking him to make a change.
In other news, if you find yourself in the East Village of Manhattan this evening, I will be performing at the popular ”Get Psyched!” show over there at Rififi (332 East 11th Street) at 8pm. Rob Lathan is the host and he comes highly Dave Hill-approved.
In still other news, a couple weeks ago, my downstairs neighbor died of causes that are unknown to me. Since I haven’t lived in the building all that long and rarely see my neighbors anyway, I wasn’t sure which person died but thought I had it pinned down to this one guy whom I would see occasionally. Then yesterday I saw the guy who I thought was the one who had died and he was totally alive and walking up the stairs. I wanted to scream “You’re alive! You’re alive!” but then I thought that might have weirded him out. I wonder what someone would think though if they found out that a stranger totally thought they were dead for like two weeks. Would his whole life flash before him? Or would he just think I was a retard? I will be losing sleep over this one for a while.
|At The Rock Show||
Last night, the sweet rock band that I shred in, Children of the Unicorn, played a rock show at Crash Mansion here in New York City. It was our third show and fun times all around. The photo above was taken by the inimitable Anya Garrett and is my favorite from the batch she took last night (you can can see more here if the mood strikes). This is a photo of the brains behind the operation, Phil Costello, during one of the last songs of the night when he invited Dr. Chops onstage to shred for a little bit while he wore his glasses. I think Phil should think about getting some glasses like that for real. They make him look kind of crazy, but in a nice way.
Here is a photo of me doing some rocking out of my own. I’m not sure what song I am playing in this photo, but you can bet your ass I was bringing the heat like a motherfucker. Or maybe I was just tuning. Really it’s hard to say. If you look closely, however, you might be able to tell that I ate a large serving of sizzling beef and white rice at the Chinese place next door right before the show.