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!
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.
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!
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
I’m sitting at my new desk at my new job working for Mr. Skin right now, and I’m happy to say that I’ve never seen so many bare breasts before lunchtime in my entire life. Because I am now employed full-time, the Podcast is going to undergo a little revamping. Exactly what kind of revamping? Well...we aren’t really sure yet. But, don’t worry, we will continue to bring you the show as long as people want to hear it. Most likely, we’ll start doing it at night now, which is better for me, because I prefer to do it in the dark. There’s generally less judging going on with the lights off. We apologize for this change in plans, but to quote Tupac Shakur, “I GOTS TO GET PAID, YO!”
Join us Friday afternoon as we gear up for second installment of the Crosstown Classic this weekend. Brendan and I are both attending the game, although not together. It’s nothing personal to Brendan, but at the Crosstown, it’s business. You can’t be hanging with the enemy at your own base. That, and if we lose, I don’t want to become the target of Uncle Greasy’s drunken taunting. Some of the things he says never stop hurting.
I can officially report that Brendan has received the keys to his new apartment(check out today’s show if you don’t know what I’m talking about), which means that my dream of having bunked-beds and bunked-couches has officially come to an end. Although I enjoy the novelty of the idea of Brendan and I living together in such close quarters here, I don’t think it really would have worked. We’re just two very different people. Allow me to illustrate:
Matt vs. Brendan
Sox - Cubs
Briefs - Boxers
Duff - Lohan
Wilco - R. Kelly
Coke - Pepsi
Trojan - None
Ashley Olson - Mary Kate Olson
Apple - Doesn’t own a computer made before 1990
Suri Cruise - Zahara Jolie-Pitt
Pornotube - YouPorn
Budweiser - Miller
Home Alone - Home Alone 2: Lost in New York
I could go on for days. As you can tell, it would be nearly impossible to co-exist in one apartment. For now, we shall remain friends, and not roommates. Plus, these dudes in the picture of the bunked-couch I found have kind of ruined the dream for me. That picture looks like some kind of really weird, nerdy, gay, grandpa porn waiting to happen. Not having a bunked-couch might be the best idea I've ever had.
I’m sitting at my house right now, waiting to head to the local YMCA to play softball against a bunch of wannabe major leaguers. They all show up with baseball pants, batting/sliding gloves, and of course knee braces. The most irritating part to me is that guys actually take walks in a recreational, ‘just for fun’, softball league. They’ll actually stand up there and look at 4 or more pitches while I stand in the field waiting for some action. In softball, the ball takes so damn long to get to the plate, you can adjust to hit anything really. Just get your ass up there, swing the bat, and lets get this game moving. It really drives me nuts, but I’m pretty sure that’s usually because we are getting our ass beat by these dudes.
Sorry to spew that venom towards all the Roy Hobbs’ out there, but I’m a little bit riled up after my drive out here still. I might have gotten into it with a senior on the road, but I’m not concerned about his age. When it comes to driving, anybody is fair game. I’ve got to get to the game right now, but tune in tomorrow at 12pm and I’ll share the details about me nearly getting out of the car to handle an elderly man on the Stevenson.
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Here's the picture of Suri Cruise shooting a death stare at an undoubtedly frightened photographer from today's Entertainment News. Listen to today's show for a chilling/alarming piece on Suri.
I took my studio on the road today, and accidentally forgot one essential element that allows me to update the iTunes subscriptions. Story of my life...almost, but not quite. Regardless, the show is still available to you a number of ways, but for the lazy folks that don’t check the website everyday and just rely on iTunes to tell them when a new show is available, there might be a bit of a snag today. I guess you’ll just have to make sure you keep visiting the site here frequently!
Anyway, you can listen by clicking on the big red “Listen” button to the right, or you can use the link below to play or save the mp3. To save the mp3, right click it and save the file or target.
Today, June 4th, marks the 25th birthday of my amazing brother, Mike Dahl. If you happened to listen to yesterday's show...NO, I am NOT doing this just to get back on Mike's good side after ditching his 'Garden Party' Saturday night. I'm doing this because I love my brother, and he's a great one.
Mike has always been there for me as long as I can remember, relishing in any opportunity to help out in whatever way he can. I can still remember when we took the training wheels off my bike, and Mike did the always classic run behind me holding on to the seat, only to sneakily let go and prove that it was you riding the two-wheeler the whole time. After traveling across the neighbor's driveway, I hit the street, and subsequently the brakes, dismounting from my bike in no certain style. Mike was there to pick me up and try again...I of course obliged. You can't let your brother think you're a pussy.
Mike is never one to say no to the possibility of a good time or a new experience. From him I've taken the notion that if it seems fun at the time, go with it. We were in Hawaii once as youngsters, I would say Mike 8, myself 6, and we both purchased(or were given really) ukuleles from a local store. Noticing the stage where the Luau took place was empty one afternoon, Mike jumped up and began performing some nonsense with his axe. As the young and impressionable brother, I followed, somewhat apprehensively. The two of us danced around singing Hawaiian gibberish and strumming on our four strings. It was not long before we had an entourage of about 40-50 Asians all capturing our photo with their Nikon cameras, as well as a handful of other onlookers. The one's in front knelt down so their friends in the back could also get a shot. We couldn't make out what they were saying and laughing about, but we figured it was about how great our show was. It's times like these that I really remember and cherish, and it was Mike Dahl that got me up on that stage. Don't overthink it, just do it...Mike and Nike's motto.
Today, Mike and I remain the best of friends, and he couldn't be a more supportive and encouraging brother. Whether it was being the only one to show up at another failed WCKG bar appearance, or just passing along some kind words from co-workers who might listen to the podcast, Mike makes sure that I still feel good about myself on a regular basis. That is him in a nutshell, and it's not just with me, it's with everyone he meets. You couldn't ask for a better brother or friend. Happy Birthday Miguelito!!
Because of some 'administrative housekeeping', Brendan was able to make it up the apartment today for a complete show. I'm the same way generally, as soon as the housekeeping picks up anywhere, I'm nowhere to be found. As of 3:20 this afternoon, the show is up and available for download, or you can simply click on the big red button to the right.
It was nice to hear from another local party girl today who swung by the bedroom to tell us of her wild college nights. The story was so crazy, I literally got choked up. Tomorrow the defense will begin making its arguments in the case of the people versus Bob Kelly, so we expect Brendan to once again be 'trapped in the courtroom'. As soon as he is given a break for lunch, he will join us via phone with the latest information-we're talking scoops that are only minutes old, people! You can't beat that kind of courtroom reporting. Keep checking back with us here at MattDahl.com, and as soon as we have a new show for you, we'll be sure and let you know. Then you tell someone else, and together, we will spawn our Internet radio empire! I'm just warning you, it doesn't pay so well...yet.
Hey everyone, hope you had a great weekend. We should be doing a show today, hopefully at any time now. Brendan is of course still covering the R. Kelly trial, and I think this week is going to be packed full of witness testimony, so it's quite possible that Brendo's lunch break will be all over the place this week.
Meanwhile I am enjoying some left-over Domino's pizza, which I tend to prefer cold and left-over anyway. I don't know what that says about the pizza, but it is damn good the next morning out of the fridge. As you may or may not know, I'm not necessarily a huge fan of the pizza, but I can't stop tracking them online with the latest in pizza delivery technology, the Pizza Tracker. Check out my YouTube videos if you aren't familiar with the break through.
I was really excited to learn yesterday that my former delivery guy, Vladimir, was preparing and baking my Za. That's right, from delivery boy to oven master, in just months. I like to think that all the positive feedback I left on my Tracker had a lot to do with the promotion. I just hope he doesn't forget me when he's owning franchises. The new delivery guy has some things to work on, as he had to call me to figure out how to get into my building this weekend...Not Vlad, he never had those issues. I miss him. I poured a little bit of my Garlic Butter dipping sauce out for him.
***UPDATE: Show added at 4:15pm. Enjoy!
We will be live on the wires today, Friday, with a good old fashioned, both of us in studio, radio program. Brendo has the day off from his coverage of the R. Kelly trial, so we'll be able to bring you the full show, live at 12pm! Join us as we gear up for the weekend, kicked off by the inevitable start of the show Friday primal howl. It's a custom we are growing quite accustomed to. Feel free to yell something at home with us...then we're interactive! Wouldn't that be a beautiful thing?
We've got a lot of catching up to do, and a lot of Entertainment News to deliver, no doubt. Brendan's E-files must be swelling with hot new couples, pregnant boobs we are watching, and all sorts of awkward encounters. Be sure to join us live at 12, or as always, on the podcast. Spread the word!!
The show went off without a hitch today, thank goodness. Once again we caught up with Brendan stationed outside the Cook County Courthouse in his mom's Sebring convertible. From what it sounded like to me, the top was still up. Brendan is not a big top dropper really, at least that's what I've gathered from my time with him. His(well his mom's really) model Sebring is a bit older, and is the type where you have to unclip the hood and physically push it back yourself. This might just be the extra step that keeps Uncle Greasey from feeling that cool breeze tickle the follicles on his head. The one time I did convince him to take the hood down and utilize the convertible feature, all the garbage in the car started flying in our faces and out the back. I've never seen so many Wendy's napkins in flight. Needless to say, Brendan kept it closed for the ride home.
We're going to the Cubs game tonight, and I really hope I don't have to sit through an entire playing of that lame ass "Go Cubs Go" song. I'm not saying that as a White Sox fan trying to poke fun. Just in general, that song makes me cringe. There is just something about it's laid back, sing songy attitude that really pisses me off. If I were a Cubs fan, I would want to sing something way cooler after the game. On the south side, we usually go with AC/DC's 'Thunderstruck', an anthem that became engrained in the White Sox culture after 2005. Before that, it was typically Sweet Home Chicago, a song anyone can get behind. I'll even help someone write a cooler Cubs song, as long as no one ever has to hear that Steve Goodman crap again. I mean come on, he says the Cubs are only the best in the National League. Why lowball yourself like that in your own team anthem!?
Unfortunately my internet is out today, causing serious problems in my ability to do my internet based show. That being said, Brendan and I still did record a show today, and if we don't try to get it to you somehow, it's just a really weird phone conversation that two dudes recorded once for no real reason at all. I was able to get the show uploaded from my house, unfortunately, I don't have everything I need to properly update the podcast. You can listen to today's show by clicking on the "Listen Live" link on the right side of the page.
To download the show as an mp3, right-click on this link, and save the target file to your system. I'm sorry for any inconvenience.
Happy Memorial Day weekend everyone. I for one will be viewing the Indy 500 in its entirety today, not really because I’m an Indy racing fan, but more because I think Danica Patrick is incredibly hot. How could you not? Thinking about her winging around those turns at speeds over 200mph, the car shaking and vibrating her entire body, her sexy little hands gripping the wheel for dear life...It just really gets me ‘revved up’, to throw some auto terms at you. If you haven’t checked out her photo shoot for Sports Illustrated, it comes highly recommended from me.
For as long as I can remember, I have watched the Indy 500 every year. When I was a young lad, before my brothers and my schedules were filled up with various extracurriculars, we almost always spent the long weekend at the family place in Michigan. Sunday I would wake up to the smell of coffee and breakfast my mom was whipping up, and the sound of those Indy cars my dad was cranking from the TV. I always thought it was cool that my dad made a point of watching the race every year, and I knew very young that was a tradition I wanted to adopt. Any event that allows you lay motionless on the couch for several hours, drinking Coca-Cola and eating various Planter’s peanuts (dad always went honey roasted), is just fine by me. Even for a kid with ADD, there is just something about the race that can keep my attention for the entirety. I find the countdown from 500 calming, and love watching the laps peel off.
I’ve even attended racing school in Michigan at a place called MRS (Michigan Racing School) with my brothers. We spent an entire weekend decked out in fireproof suits and driving boots, behind the wheels of go-karts that could push 60...if you knew how to open them up on the back stretch like I did. Being brothers, we still argue about who officially won the final race of the weekend, and we probably always will. We would later join forces on ‘Team Steve Dahl’ for the Chicago White Sox Go-kart Grand Prix, only to be defeated by a bunch of guys who took it WAY too seriously. They brought their own non-required fireproof suits and driving booties, and spent a lot of time before the race tuning up their cars. We just thought it was a light-hearted charity race, and with that lack of mental preparedness, we were defeated. Although one Dahl brother did manage to take 2nd in his heat. I’ll give you one guess who it was. Booyah!
Have a great weekend everyone!
Check out our podcast section, or refresh your iTunes subscription for a hot, steamy, and fresh new show. I was not able to sequester Brendan in the bedroom studio today, but maybe if I start using more sweet courtroom words like 'sequester', I'll have a better chance. I WAS however able to get him on the phone in the midst of his one hour lunch break.
We know the show is a bit sporadic these days, and we apologize, but can I just say, it's all Brendan's fault. I kid! If I could be in the courtroom for the R Kelly happenings, I would go in an instant...especially after hearing Brendan describe all of the beautiful courthouse honey dips walking around in their formal business attire. Something about a woman dressed for business really turns me on. I love a business skirt and a nice pair of tights, is that so wrong? For more, check out today's show, and we'll be back live on the wires tomorrow afternoon!
We're live on the wires today, Friday, at 12pm. Join us for another action packed show before the action packed weekend! Click the listen live link to your right, or catch us on the podcast.
No show today, folks. Unfortunately the timing is all off, not unlike the late bowl of soup I delivered to a customer's table last week, in which he was "very disappointed". Brendan is once again holed up in the courtroom, and is undoubtedly on his best behavior after his doughnut related issues yesterday. I must return to my waitressing job so that I can continue to try and put my kids through college.
We are sorry for this gap in your daily entertainment, but we hope you will understand. We will be live on the wires again tomorrow at 12pm, and on the podcast shortly after that.
Just wanted to let you know that we managed to squeeze a show into the midst of an otherwise busy schedule today. That's just the love we have for you, the Matt Dahl Show listener. I'm about to head out the door to bartend a private 21st birthday party, which I was not at all excited about, until Brendan mentioned the opportunity to possibly serve some 21 year old ladies. You can hear all about it on today's show by launching the player here, or downloading the podcast.
As long as Brendan doesn't find himself restrained by judge Vincent Gaugn tomorrow(also check out today's show!), we will have another show for you tomorrow around 1pm. Sorry for the hectic nature of our scheduling right now, but we figure it's better than nothing!
**UPDATE--WE'LL BE LIVE ON THE WIRES AT 1PM!
Hey everyone. There was no show yesterday, Monday, because I had a last minute meeting about potential future employment. Turns out that Chippendales doesn't exactly have the benefits and 401k options I'm looking for right now.
Today, Tuesday, I'm not exactly sure what's going on. I awoke to a text message from Brendan, and for once, it wasn't one of his late night booty calls. I believe he is still 'Trapped in the Courtroom', and said that he would still like to do a show today, only later in the afternoon. I replied, "What time? LOL OMG ;) ", and have yet to receive a response, which I'm pretty sure means Brendo is still in court.
We sincerely apologize for the inconsistencies with the show lately, but I guess this is the way it goes when you are doing a free one hour show out of your bedroom every day. Hopefully we will have a podcast to post for you later in the day.
Keep checking back with us here at MattDahl.com!
Hey folks. I just recently received a call from our own Brendan Greeley who informed me that he is, for lack of better words, 'trapped in the courtroom'. You see, Brendan spent the morning covering the happenings at the R. Kelly trial, which is kind of like a six year old kid covering Santa coming to town. It's going to be hard to tear him away. When we spoke on the phone, he said he was putting all his personal belongings into a closet, yes, trapping them in a closet, before heading into jury selection. I decided it was best to be flexible about all this, since it is probably the biggest day of Brendo's life so far. If you could only hear the giddiness in that subsonic voice of his, I know you would understand. It makes Brendan happy, and "happy people keeps the world turnin, turnin, turnin; and happy people keeps us dancin, dancin, dancin." I think we all know who wrote that choice poetry.
If we can do a show today, in other words, if Brendan can ever separate himself from his idol and mentor, R. Kelly, we definitely will. Check back with us later and take a look in the podcast's section. Sorry for any confusion!
There was no show today due to illness. Matt thinks it might've been something in the "Dianetics Stew" at the Scientology party he attended for Suri Cruise's two years and two weeks birthday party. Hopefully, we will be back in action soon. Matt wants to get back on his feet quickly, because Rob Thomas is performing at the two years and three weeks Suri party. Updates will be forthcoming.
Happy Cinco de Mayo! For all you non-spanish speakers, that translates "five of mayo", which is a way to ask for condiments in the native Mexican tongue, Spanish. I'm only kidding, we all of course know that Cinco de Mayo commemorates an initial victory of Mexican forces led by General Ignacio Zaragoza Seguin over French forces in the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862...and I definitely didn't wikipedia that.
This holiday has become engrained in the American way of life, I feel, for two reasons. First, we have a lot of Mexicans here in America. Second, we Americans will accept any holiday that allows us to get drunk on a specific day, no matter where it falls in the week. We don't really care about the significance or the history of the holiday, we just want to drink tequilla and maybe take a few swings at a multi-colored donkey piñata. I know Brendan and I will be out grinding, or "El Grindo" in celebration(maybe even with some Latinas!), and most likely cap things off with a taco. ¡Viva La México!
Join Matt and I today for part two of our exclusive interview with Curtis "Booger" Armstrong from his compound in Telluride, Colorado as we celebrate 25 years since his supporting role in "Risky Business", where he played Tom Cruise's friend who first called the hooker service.
I captured this video last night from my seat at the White Sox game. Joe Crede knocks a single to score Carlos Quentin from 2nd base, and the White Sox win in walk-off style in the bottom of the ninth. This video is not at all meant to piss off Cubs fans, even though you can hear our sweet victory song, Thunderstruck, which I still say is WAY cooler than Go Cubs Go, quite possibly the lamest song not only in baseball, but maybe even history. It was just about 11:30pm due to rain delay, and the score was still tied 6-6. With a man on second, Joe Clutch Crede steps to the plate and delivers this...I just thought it was a sweet baseball moment I happened to capture on film, so I figured I'd share.
**If you click on the video window, and load the actual youtube page, you can watch this video in High Quality!!
Also, as promised, here is the video of Devin Hester eating chicken. This is quite possibly the creepiest video I've ever produced.
Hey everyone. Here is the picture I spoke of on today's show. You can see all the wine glasses lined up, pre me chugging them all. If you don't know what I'm talking about, listen to today's podcast! There's even something about the handwriting around the picture that really turns me on. It just has that cute, crafty girl with good penmanship feeling written all over it, and I've always liked that. Nothing like a lady with a steady hand. Dinner kicked ass, and so did the birthday. Thanks to all of you for the kind words!
After decades of sexual tension that has reached throbbing new heights in recent years, New York and Boston finally gave into temptation Sunday evening at the conclusion of another highly flirtatious three-game series between the Yankees and Red Sox. New York and Boston “got it on” at seedy motel while Bristol, Connecticut watched.
“I know it was wrong, but it was wicked good,” said Boston native Tommy O’Dooligan. O’Dooligan also commented on the size of New York’s Bronx, describing it as “freakin’ huge”. The circumstances that made the hookup irresistible started when Boston left its shirt strategically placed in New York’s new dressing room. New York found it and dug it up. “Boston has always been such a f’n tease. Am I right or what? Fuggetaboutit,” said New York’s Joey Trucko. “It’s a small city but it’s hot in the summertime. You know what I'm talkin' about. Aayyyy.” Several references to the Pedro Martinez “Yankees are my daddy” quote could be heard through the walls during the passionate session. Afterwards, the two drove off separately, but left the door open for another tryst, should any minor coincidence or controversy cause ESPN to spend 48 minutes of a 60-minute SportsCenter reminding everyone that the two franchises share a history.
Hey everyone. It's my birthday today(yay me!), so my dad is taking me to the sox game at US Cellular field. I can't imagine a better way to spend a birthday, and I was even lucky enough to go last night. It was pretty crazy actually, and you can hear all about it on today's show. We did the show live at 11am this morning, but the podcast is available here, in the podcast section, or you can subscribe in iTunes!
This photo was captured by my friend Eric Rejman last night from our seats at the game.
I just woke up not too long ago, and I'm already feeling like it's one of those days. It's rainy and cold outside, there's gum in my hair, and I slipped on skateboard while getting out of bed. Okay, so not all of those things are true, but I read a book that went like that once. I think the the source of my melancholy also has something to do with the White Sox game last night. My brother, Mike, was nice enough to invite me to the Comcast Sportsnet Box, which kicked ass. Unfortunately, the game did not. The Twins served up a 5-12 beating over the sox, and I know it's still incredibly early in the season, and we should be allowed to lose one game a week, but it still hurts! I saw the Cubs finally got it done in the 15th inning last night, so I guess kudos to them. However, you know as a Sox fan, that only makes it harder.
We still had a great time at the game, and I especially enjoy hanging out with Mike's co-workers. Not unlike myself, they also enjoy giving him a hard time, so it's like hanging out in a box with 8 other brothers, all teaming up on Mike Dahl. All it took was one call from his girlfriend to spawn the "Mike just got engaged" rumors, and before we knew it, Mike's co-worker Joe was pouring us all a glass of Korbel Champagne. They really take a joke far, what with the bubbly and all, but you've got to respect the dedication and commitment to the gag. I received major accolades when I was able to sniff out the recent delivery of chicken tenders all the way from the front row, with an open window! As the unemployed guy there last night, I definitely went to town on those tenders, some hotdogs, chips and dip, and several cold beers, earning me the title of "homeless". It's probably apt.
Hey everyone. You may have noticed, hopefully you did, that there was no show or podcast Friday. We apologize for this serious lapse in your quality entertainment, but Brendan and I were tending to some other duties.
You see, this Sunday, April 6, we are going to be doing a live show on The Killer Bee, B96. Yes, that's right. 7-10am, this Sunday. Join us as we inevitably 'crank out the hits', and hopefully take a major step towards getting our show back on the airwaves. Hope you can join us!
I know what you're thinking, and you're probably right; I'm totally turning into one of those creepy dog people. I'm just a step away from dressing him up in cute little costumes. Oh wait, I've already done that too. He was Darth Vader for Halloween. Regardless, he doesn't complain when I tape him, like most women do, so he gets a lot of camera time. Here's what happens in Walter's world when I'm out for the day...
I just read that Miley Cyrus' real name is actually 'Destiny Hope' Cyrus, which I think cements my case that this girl is a total bitch. Destiny Hope? I mean I know the genius of Billy Ray and whoever he fornicated with ultimately came up with the name, but she's lived it, and worse yet, she tried to hide it from us. That breaks my achey breaky heart. She wants to legally change her name to Miley, which begs the question, why not just go Hannah Montana. It's just as fake as Miley. I vote for Hannah Montana Ray Cyrus. I know my distaste for the teen pop star is completely irrational and unwarranted, but I stand by my actions.
Join us for another show this afternoon, as always, live at 12pm right here on MattDahl.com, or available in podcast form. You can send us an IM during the show at "mattdahlshow", or drop us a line at matt@dahl.com!
We're back live on the wires this afternoon at 12pm, and the podcast will resume as well. I haven't seen Brendan in over a week, and we've got plenty to talk about. Since our last visit I went to the Rocky Mountains, we both celebrated St. Patrick's Day, and Brendan finally put the finishing touches on his Lindsay Lohan photo mosaic. It's a passion of his.
I guess today is actually the 'official' St. Patrick's Day, so, HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY! I myself am a little bit Irish, but I've always been a believer in the holiday magic. In first grade, I caught a leprechaun in my homemade leprechaun catching machine. It was another mentally demanding class project, and I nailed it. Here was my setup:
A shoebox, covered in green construction paper to simulate the look and feel of soft, leprechaun inciting grass, is fitted with a large hole in the center of the lid. On one side of the hole is the bait. While some say the worm is best, I find the pot-o-gold can't be beat when it comes to catching really nice leprechauns. Over the hole you place some construction paper, also made to look like grass, but you don't secure it to the box. This way, when the leprechaun inevitably goes for the pot-o-gold, he/she falls through the hole, and is trapped in the box.
While I did not actually catch a physical leprechaun, I know he fell in my trap due to the trail of gold glitter I found the next day in class, in addition to the gold coins made of chocolate he left in the bottom of the trap. I've always been an advocate of the catch and release method of catching Leprechauns. Best of luck.
Here's a shot I took with my iPhone while making my descent into Eagle County/Vail Colorado yesterday. I was on a twin-prop plane with 10 other people, and had the sexiest military babe pilot I've ever seen on a plane. She even had that sweet USO, Rosie the Riveter kind of haircut under her captains hat. Needless to say, the flight was ripe with my own mile high fantasies.
Last night we went to a local brewery, and because we weren't all wearing those pants you can zip off into shorts at a moments notice with those weird mountain climby sandals, the locals had us pegged as out-of-towners instantly. I found it bizarre that all the locals were drinking Budweisers instead of tapping the Rockies with the local delicacy, Coors. Maybe that's what the tourists do, come here and drink Coors. We're still feeling it out.
I'll try to keep posting pictures and stories here as often as I can, so keep checking back for some updates from Colorado.
Here's a shot of the red rocks I got from the airplane as well. The shot is a bit grainy because of the dirty, thick airline window that's in the way, but I think the way the camera captured the propeller is pretty cool.
The Matt Dahl Show is on break for now. We will return on St. Patrick's Day, Monday March 17th. Matt is on his way to do missionary work in Utah, as he does near the dawn of every spring as far back as he can remember. I will use the sabbatical to re-discover my hobby: stealing hood ornaments from luxury cars under the cover of darkness. I'm looking for a classic Jaguar to add to my collection. I might even bring back the classic look invented by Beastie Boy Mike D and wear a Volkswagen hood ornament around my neck. I need a fresh look for the spring season. Mike D's fashion statement is blamed for starting the hood ornament stealing craze. I used to wear stolen brake lines around my neck. Luckily for America, my all-white rap group never hit mainstream. Many lives could've been lost.
On a side note, I read that Adam Horowitz of the Beastie Boys briefly dated Molly Ringwald after the success of License to Ill. In an interview, the Beasties' road manager told the story of Adam and Molly's first date: “On their first date, they drank premixed bottled cocktails and did Whip-Its.” Awesome.
My ultimate goal within my hobby is to tour Europe and steal hood ornaments from overseas. Did you know that in the UK, they don't call them hood ornaments, they call them "car mascots"? No joke. (I'm including that fact as dialogue in my script for "Pulp Fiction 2:Pulp-ier Fiction".) I have to go now, as I am in the process of affixing some steer horns to the front of the Sebring. My own special hood ornament.
New research shows that while receiving the Ten Commandments from God atop Mount Sinai, Moses was tripping his balls off(as the kids say) on psychedelic drugs. This might be the perfect way to get people to finally start going to church. Between this and some of that holy wine, it could be quite the party. I'm not really one for the psychedelics, and I think as soon as someone offered me the body and blood of Christ, I might really freak out, man. But, throw in some techno music and some grinding, and you've got something.
Brett Favre claims he is finally retiring this year, although I'm hesitant to believe him until I see him in the stands on opening day next season. Remember last year when he hinted at retirement and even cried on the field, only to suit up for another playoff birthing season? Imagine how depressing it must be to live in Green Bay now without Brett Favre! I wonder if he will resume his once hot acting, reprising his great role in "There's Something About Mary".
We've got plenty to talk about on the show today, so join us for another live one at 12pm, or as always, on the podcast!
Hey everyone. I just wanted to remind you that Brendan and I will be observing the most sacred holiday of President's Day, and we'll be taking the day off for silent reflection and remembrance. I guess President's Day is mainly about Washington and Lincoln, and I think when you're talking about two men who were so imperative in the formation of our great Union, I feel we should really split it up into two holidays. A Washington's Day, and a Lincoln's Day. Then we'd get two days off. But I'm unemployed, so I really shouldn't talk. There aren't even enough Presidents to justify how long I haven't been working!
Anyways, enjoy the holiday, and we'll talk to you live Tuesday at 12pm, or on the podcast.
It's the start of another great week, and Brendan and I will be back on the air this afternoon at 12pm. I guess we're not really on the air, since our signal is not being broadcast via antenna, more like 'on the wires'. I might coin that term. If we could ever take calls in my bedroom studio, I might say, "You're in the wires with Matt and Brendan".
We've got a lot to talk about this afternoon, including a recap from the weekend's parties. I know Brendan spent Friday night at a lingerie shop, so his weekend probably peaked pretty early. I imagine if you were a lingerie buying lady who didn't know who Brendan was that night, your shopping experience might become somewhat uncomfortable. You just showed up to buy some sexy underwear for your man, maybe a little Valentine's Day surprise, and there's some creepy dude with an even creepier voice standing over in the bustier section, glaring at you. It might taint the shopping experience, but for Brendan, I'm sure it was paradise. I know I was definitely jealous.
I thought the Grammy's were pretty enjoyable last night, and they seemed to feature a heavy amount of live performances this particular year. I assume they probably did this on purpose to make the show more exciting, as I'm sure people generally get bored of the acceptance speeches. They only problem with this logic was that with so many live and energetic performances, the few acceptance speeches they did air seemed ten times as boring as usual. I'm just glad Queen Latifa wasn't the host. Amy Winehouse had to perform via satellite from London, and she had her own private host in Cuba Gooding Jr.. Who makes that executive decision? Out of all the people to fly out to London to introduce Amy, it's "Snow Dogs" very own, CGJr. Amy was great though, and delightfully creepy. Something about her cold, distant stare, and her seemingly involuntary twitches and body spasms, really turns me on!
It's Super Tuesday, and we've got another Super Show to go along with your primary elections.
I haven't decided if I'm going to vote or not today, although I know I'd like to. Not because I'm particularly invested in one candidate, or I feel strongly on any particular issue, but mainly because I enjoy the kindly old ladies that sign me in at my local polling place. I vote at a really small church out by house, and I'm willing to bet that the ladies who administer the ballots there have been doing their job for almost 100 years. More than anyone else in town, they have their wrinkled, arthritic, and boney fingers on the pulse of our small little city. They know everyone who comes in to vote by name, and can recall the last time you decided to participate in this little thing we call 'Democracy'. I always feel as though I'm making them proud, as if I'm saving face for an entire generation of MTV watching, Xbox playing, lazy young Americans. I'm sure if things weren't so formal at the polling place, they'd want to squeeze my cheeks and give me a butterscotch candy to suck on, and I, in return, would want to run my fingers through their cotton-like tufts of hair. But when it comes to politics, we keep it just that, political. They know I love them.
Just in time for Super Tuesday, Barack Obama has garnered the support of yet another Kennedy. Jamie Kennedy, star of "The Jamie Kennedy Experiment", "Malibu's Most Wanted" and, most recently, "Son of the Mask", joined the likes of Ted and Caroline Kennedy and Maria Shriver, calling the young lawmaker an inspriational uniter. "He is tough-minded but he also has an uncommon capacity to appeal to 'the better angels of our nature,'" Kennedy said, quoting from President Abraham Lincoln's first inaugural address in 1861. Echoing the words of Ted Kennedy, Jamie said he was searching for a candidate that "inspires me, inspires all of us." He was joined onstage by Neve Campbell and Matthew Lillard, Kennedy's "Scream" co-stars. Kennedy invoked the memory of Skeet Ulrich's awe-inspiring performance in the first "Scream" movie when speaking of Obama. Sen. Hillary Clinton of New York, Obama's chief rival, brushed off the Kennedy endorsement while noting that former MTV VJ Kennedy has backed her to be the party's presidential nominee in the November election.
It's the start of another week, and Brendan and I are back with a full slate of shows, free to you, the listener. Don't forget you can IM us during the show at "mattdahlshow", or as always, feel free to send us an email.
I still can't really believe how awesome that Superbowl was last night, and I know Brendan and I will have a lot to say about it this afternoon. Who knows, it might even work its way into the Entertainment News, as this was the first year of marriage between the NFL and Ryan Seaqueer. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about a red carpet at the Superbowl unless it's Lindsay Lohan's.
I thought Tom Petty was pretty awesome, even though just looking at him these days kind of creeps me out. He just has a weird, almost robotic nature about him that I find slightly unsettling. It kind of reminds me of a marionette puppet or something. It's a very distant, wooden kind of look. That being said, he can definitely still rock.
There's a lot more to talk about from the weekend, although Brendan and I never met up Friday night. He was at a birthday party my brother was throwing from his roommate, and his roommate was kicked out of his own party...so I look forward to hearing about that one.
The weekend is finally here, but we've got one more action packed show for you this afternoon. Brendan and I embarked on quite a journey together yesterday, full of male bonding, insecurity, and affordable fashion. We'll tell you all about it today.
As I'm sure you know, the Superbowl is this Sunday, so we'll be finalizing our plans and making our predictions for the big game. That should take a few seconds. Brendan still thinks Eli is the greatest Manning of all time, but I refute that, as we all know Cooper Manning is the greatest of the Manning brothers.
It's supposed to keep snowing until about 6pm tonight, although it seems to have already died down for the most part. I enjoy having the snow on the ground, as it makes it way easier to pick up my dog's shit. This way I can just kind of combine it all into one big snowball, and then pick that up with a plastic bag. It's a mental victory because you don't feel like you're just picking up hot, steamy...well, you get the point.
Speaking of hot, steamy, and powdery white stuff; Lindsay Lohan and the gang will all be subject to another edition of Entertainment News with our own Brendan Greeley. Hope you can join us!
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Join us today for another hour long web-based radio extravaganza! Of course it's Thursday, which means some local children will be stopping by for Story Time with their Uncle's Matt and Brendan. We like to do what we can to help mold the future of this country.
If we aren't talking to the kids, we of course will be engaging in heated political debate regarding boarder control and immigration, as per the usual on our show. That, and I have some dog related issues I need to address with Brendan. It seems sometime between eating my socks and peeing on my sheets, my dog, Walter, has learned how to operate a computer, which he is using to network socially. You'll have to listen this afternoon to get the scoop.
Click here to see Walter's Myspace Page. And just one more time, for the record, I did not make this. Although I am currently unemployed and quite often very bored, it has not led me down a path this dark yet.
In case you missed it, on today's show we talked about a new video circling about the internet in which a boob belonging to one Britney Spears makes an appearance on camera. Built into the video is a slightly creepy "pee