Hey everyone. First off, let me apologize for the lack of fresh shows we have provided here at MattDahl.com, but I assure you that our show is far from dead. We will get back to Podcasting very soon and hammer out some sort of weekly schedule. I’ve just been pretty busy lately working full-time for MrSkin.com, a dream job, and practicing with my new band, Pet Lions. You see, we have a ‘gig’ coming up this week that we took on pretty suddenly, and have been practicing a lot so as not to embarrass ourselves at our first show. The show is this Wednesday night, 8:30pm, at the Subterranean in Bucktown. Hope you can make it! Click here to hear the band.

After the show, it’s time to start preparing for Lollapalooza, which means a bulk purchase of Goldbond and plenty of hydration. You may recall some legendary broadcasting from the event last year, in which Brendan and I actually ‘grinded’ live, on the air, with wireless mic’s during Daft Punk. I’m sure someday it will find itself in the Broadcasting Hall of Fame.

Anyway, stay tuned to MattDahl.com for the latest updates on the show. We promise a new one very soon! Thanks!

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It's just after dawn, and Tiffani Bender searches the rubble in vain for her favorite thong. "It's honey-colored and says 'Sweet Nectar' on the front. It was a Christmas present from my bf Shane," Bender laments.
Bender is just one of hundreds of Party Girls whose mid-summer party break on South Padre Island was ruined by the terror of Hurricane Dolly. Suitcases full of babydoll tees, zip-front hoodie tees and faux wrap tees were ripped from hotel rooms, leaving Party Girls without appropriate party attire for tonight's Margarita Mayhem bash at Palm St. Pier.
"It totally sucks big ones," cried Steffi Plattimore from her beachfront deck. "Thursdays are the best night to go out, and I have nothing to wear." Behind Plattimore, the waves gently batted around a pair of shorts that read 'Naughty Grrrrrl' across the buttocks. A sign that Plattimore isn't the only Party Girl short a wardrobe.
South Padre reveler Anna Koustos shared this harrowing tale: "Last night I was at Dirty Dave's Deck. (Katy Perry's hit single) 'I Kissed A Girl' came on, and I looked around and there were only like 5 or 6 girls making out with each other. It was soooo sad. Usually there's like, I don't know, a hundred? My friend Sandi had to make out with a guy during 'I Kissed a GIRL', because I was kissing Molly. How tacky is that?"
The statistics tell the real story of the damage. Body shots are down 26% on the island since the storm hit. Flashing breasts at cameras is down 18%. Random hook-ups are down a eye-popping 67%.
"This is, like, I don't even know how to say it. It's bad," said Bender, now forced to wear a T-shirt she won at Coconuts on Monday in a jello-related contest. "I'm still going out tonight and getting retarded, I don't care. At least there's always the option of just not wearing underwear." That kind of optimism is sure to be a catalyst for a return to normal for Party Girl Nation. Until then, a world watches and waits.

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I was flipping channels and got sucked into "Remember the Titans" this weekend. I forgot what a terrific movie it is, with a solid Denzel lead. Always looking for an easy topic to write about, it got me thinking about some of my favorite sports movies. (Lazy blogging, I know.) With apologies to "Brian's Song", I'm gonna stick to movies from 1980-present. In the sports comedy section, "Caddyshack" is a no-brainer. But there's also "Major League", "Happy Gilmore", "Talladega Nights" and so many more. Also, do movies like "The Naked Gun" and "Old School" count as sports films due to the inclusion of baseball and gymnastics, respectively? These are the questions that plague me. Maybe God could provide an answer if he wasn't so busy helping all those athletes win ESPYs. Oh, well.
For me, "Hoosiers" has to be the greatest sports film, beating out the aforementioned "Remember the Titans", "Field of Dreams" and "The Natural", among others. 'Hoosiers" kind of designed a formula that a number of sports movies follow to this day. Gene Hackman, who now spends his time stealing voiceover work(Lowe's, Oppenheimer) from poor youngsters, was nothing short of brilliant. And no one needs to be reminded of Dennis Hopper's role as "Shooter". I've left out tons of great movies, so feel free to mention some favorites of your own and criticize my picks. I know Matt will never forgive me for ignoring "The Sandlot". One more drama that I must recommend is a basketball drama called "Above the Rim" that features a tour-de-force from a young rapper/actor named Tupac Shakur. 'Pac plays a hustler named "Birdie" that corrupts blue chip ballers. *SPOILER ALERT* At the end, Birdie is shot to death by Marlon Wayans.

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I’m happy to report that Brendan and I will be live on the wires tonight at 7pm. We have a lot of catching up to do, and hope that you can join us for what I’m calling a reunion of sorts. Sure, it’s only been a week or so since our last show, but I’m starting to suffer from Brendan withdrawal. I even thought I saw his face a grilled cheese sandwich I made the other day, which after spending a moment of reflection with, I auctioned off on Ebay. I guess you just don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. I’m getting a little verclempt, let’s change topics.

Today I get to spend the afternoon taping “Skin on the Street” segments with a few people from work, including fellow broadcaster, Pete McMurray. It’s kind of creepy that we both have jobs here with Skin, INC., seeing as how we are both out of work radio personalities from the WCKG train wreck. It's like MrSkin.com is where radio personalities go to die. To Pete’s credit, he does play records Saturday morning on the LOOP, whereas I’m usually spending that time hungover. He’s a lot of fun to work with though, and taping the “Skin on the Street” segment couldn’t be a better gig. I get to spend the day outside, downtown, gawking at beautiful women dressed up in their business casual/business formal attire. You know how much I love that. Basically we just pull random people and ask them the important questions like, “Which Hollywood bad girl would you most want to spank?: Lindsay Lohan?, Paris Hilton?, Nicole Richie?, Amy Winehouse?, or Tila Tequila?”. Last time we were out, some kid signed all the paper work, only to snap as soon as the cameras started rolling. Pete asked him another loaded question, “What is the first nude scene you remember seeing in a movie?”, to which the kid replied, “Actually, I love Jesus Christ, and I fucking hate your guts!” Pete retorted, “Okay, but who has the nicest breasts in Hollywood?” I’m pretty sure that one will be left on the cutting-room floor.

Don’t forget to join us tonight, live at 7pm, or be sure and download the podcast ASAP!

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Hey check out this mention we got in the latest issue of Time Out Magazine!

-----The Matt Dahl Show Podcast mattdahl.com. When local radio station WCFS-FM 105.9 changed formats from talk radio to easy listening in October 2007, the Internet became the only place to hear displaced radio personality Matt Dahl. The son of local radio legend Steve Dahl, Matt has been broadcasting daily podcasts from his bedroom since June of 2006, but he’s been going extra-strong since the station shift. Hear the fruits of his labor, which takes the form of rants from a jaded twentysomething Chicagoan—including big-city apartment woes and tips for picking up women at the dog park. For a special summertime treat, find the segment where Matt and his cohost, Brendan, deep-fry different “foods” and attempt to eat them on-air. Listening to someone vomit while trying to eat fried cicadas is equal parts disgusting and hilarious. We promise.------

Pretty sweet. I've pretty much settled in here at MrSkin.com, which didn't take long at all. I sort of feel like I've been preparing and developing the skills I need for this job all my life. I love naked women and I'm good with computers. All that time I spent in highschool watching porn instead of doing my algebra homework really paid off. I may not remember the quadratic equation (I do actually, it's X equals the opposite of B, plus or minus the square root of B squared minus 4AC, all over 2A) but I definitely know a great pair of breasts when I see them. I've spent the last couple of days editing down the clip selection for movies with over 5 minutes of nudity on file. This means I must carefully select the clips crop from the database, taking into account such factors as the presence of bush, possible lesbian action, fetish related things...etc.. It takes a careful eye and a steady hand, and I'm taking my work very seriously. The best part is I get to watch all the clips right at my desk. I actually use porn to hide the stuff on my computer I shouldn't have open, like news websites. Kind of backwards.

Brendan and I are definitely going to do a show this week, more than likely tomorrow night. I've emailed him from the office(I love saying that), and am pretty sure he will be down to return to the wires tomorrow evening. I'll be sure to update you here at MattDahl.com as soon as I know all the details.

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This is an official review for the Rob Van Winkle, aka Vanilla Ice, concert that took place two Fridays ago outside of Cans in Bucktown. Unfortunately, I left before Ice took the stage, so I will be reviewing a concert that I did not see. I know I've made light of Matt's occasional ability to review movies that he's never seen. But he was apparently 100% right about "The Love Guru", as it failed miserably. A friend filled me in on the happenings at the Ice show, so I'll give it a go.
Vanilla Ice still has the magic. On a stage decorated with demons and other evil images(I'm told that he was born on Halloween, so he feels devilish themes invoke his spirit), he proceeded to entice the crowd by peppering his stage banter with gems like "Who here likes porno?!!!" Stage presence can't be taught. Some lucky ones, like Van Winkle, are just born with it. Clean and sober, yet heavily tattooed, Ice kept the crowd waiting only 70+ minutes to hear his many hits; such as "Ice, Ice, Baby" and "Ice, Ice,Baby(hard rock version)". Van Winkle's personal touches, such as begging audience members to lift their shirts, throwing half-full water bottles into the crowd and a full command and usage of the entire catalog of existent swear words are the reasons that he commands a $5 cover charge.
Godspeed, Mr. Van Winkle, wherever life's journey takes you next.

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