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My band, Pet Lions, has a show this Sunday night in China Town. For the complete details, click here! I know it's a Sunday night, but hopefully you have Monday off, and can take a break from your laboring with us, Pet Lions.
I can't stand it!
Here's the picture of me with Jermaine Dye and Nick Swisher that was discussed on the Steve Dahl Show this morning. Pat Dahl and I were waiting for the right opportunity to ask for a photo, and I saw one when JD and Swish were by themselves discussing the ice cream sundaes they just had made for them. Apparently, I approached them like a jive turkey, according to Pat, leaving him unable or too embarrassed to ask for a photo himself. He was pissed...but I saw the opportunity and ran for it. Swish had on a #30 Bears' Jersey with "Dirty" on the back, and his super hot ladybird had one that said "Mrs. Dirty" on the back. MERCY!
*Also, please note the official RIFL T-Shirt I'm wearing, part of the Steve Dahl Campaign that "Reading Is For Losers". Mike Dahl asked me, "You really wear that in public?" Damn straight!
Here's a shaky video of my band, Pet Lions, doing our song "You're The Only One To Blame" at our first show ever at the Subterranean a few weeks back. If you like what you hear, come out and see us next time!
For another track, click below!
Here's another song, "Stuck at the Bottom".
We cranked out a two hour show this evening, which is now available for download in iTunes or our Podcast section right here on the site. You can also stream the show by simply clicking on that big red 'Listen' button. "The choice is yours, and yours alone." - Olmec, Legends of the Hidden Temple.
We had a lot of fun doing the show tonight, and I felt a little bit like a bottle of soda that has been shaken for a month or so, and someone finally pulled the top off today. We had a lot of catching up to do, Brendan and I, and we both miss doing the show on a more regular basis. We're working on that, I assure you.
After the show we got to see Mike Phelps win his third gold medal of the 2008 Summer games. The games started three days ago, and this dude's already got three medals. I felt good about myself because I actually picked up my dog's crap this morning, instead of just faking it and then putting the empty plastic bag back in my pocket. Then I see this guy who is the same age as me showering in gold like a girl in an alleged R. Kelly video, and I feel more like the crap I left sitting under that bush this afternoon. Oh well, that chlorine is going to wreak havoc on his hair.
Sorry this post is not more exciting, but I am typing it on my phone. I just wanted to get the word out that Brendan and I will be doing a fresh show this evening, live at 7pm, and Podcasted shortly there after. Hope you can join us!
Check this baby out! A little something something I picked up at Soldier Field last night. I happen to be a major fan of the pretzel, in all its twisty goodness, and this one has got to be one of the greatest I've ever had the privilege of sampling. The pretzel was as big as my head! It would be accompanied by some melted cheese and several Jack and Cokes.
I’ve been really keeping up on my news these days, and I’m starting to get really very irritated by the story of those Italian guys who almost died on the K2 mountain. I know 11 other people died, and that’s always a tragedy, but these things are somewhat common in DEATH DEFYING HOBBIES, especially when you’ve chosen to scale the most difficult vertical climb ON THE PLANET! Nobody seems to really care about all the people who couldn’t survive, instead, I just have to keep seeing pictures of some guy who looks like he’s one dilapidated shack away from being the Unibomber, who suffered some frost bite on his toes. That has to be the most sissy sounding injury ever for such an “incredible” story of survival. What about that dude who got his arm stuck between two rocks and cut it off himself with another jagged rock? Now there’s a mountain climb gone wrong-complete with severed limbs and lots of blood. I used to get frost bite on my toes building snowmen in my front yard. Sure, theirs was probably a bit more severe, but it just sounds funny to hear ‘frostbitten toes’ to me. Hopefully their mom’s made them some cocoa. Always worked for me. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to feel sympathy for these guys or what, but I never told them to literally “try and go where no man has gone before”. What do you expect? Just go to Sandals next time you’re looking for a fun, action-packed vacation. I hear the pools are great.
It’s also good to see that Mr. Morgan Freeman is back in good spirits and walking around after flipping his car several times into a ditch. I feel that Morgan is going to have a lot of explaining to do, as he was driving the car of his 48 year old female passenger. You know the whole time those jaws-of-life were aggressively pulling apart the crumpled metal of the car, all Morgan was thinking was, “How the hell am I going to explain this to my wife?” If I’m him, I play up the ‘I almost Died’ angle until she can no longer question his motives. Props to the Freeman though for pulling in some tail 23 years younger than he is. That would be like me and a girl who was born today. I’ll put that on my bucket list, but not for at least 17 years.