Monthly Archives: March 2004

Thanks to links from such places as planetout.com and outsports.com, Cowboyz ‘n’ has had a lot of web traffic for the Boycott Ride Snowboards entry (wherein we berated Ride Snowboards for their ad that said, “The worst part about riding … Continue reading →

What to do immediately upon returning from SXSW, but go see some bands? Saw Le Flange du Mal tonight, in Portland, in a hunormous, Repo Man-style parking garage ‘neath Grand Central Bowl (ing Alley). Their audience, apart from myself and … Continue reading →

Partymanica and i, bored of punks promoting atrophied antirhythms as funk and in search of metal madness pizza, with an agenda including far more country music than’s been programmed in my blackberry since I chirped out of mom’s nest, stumbled … Continue reading →

While the rest of you all were copping some Modest Mouse day-olds for fifty cents and an hour in queue, the sleep-eradicated Hott Cadre (plus one honorary member Young Elliott, who’s too genius for Le Phader) stumbled upon Pete Rock–PETE … Continue reading →

Listen: the word is out. I know some of you are using Kumari’s cousin’s prom photo as your Friendster image. I do not blame you, because it is so amazing. Kumari’s cousin / date handmade a tux and formal dress … Continue reading →

Sorry about the lack of non-pop cult related content lately, my brain’s pulped like a grapefruit on that end, writing other, non blogging-related issues. But soon, SXSW reports! Guest starring: J. Hopper & J. Caramanica (together we are HOTT CADRE), … Continue reading →

Cause of this whole fukin cutie pie iPod thang, and the kitty purring noise my laptop makes when I upload a disc into iTunes takes about seven hours, I’ve been able to listen to two artists only on the daily … Continue reading →

My friend Natascha Snellman—artist, filmmaker, semi-star of Gus Van Sant’s Elephant, essential interpretive dance partner–shall soon be lost to the city of angels. Her move hit me hard, last night, at Suicide Club, as we were dancing our usual interpretive/Rhythm … Continue reading →

Technology is just plain stupid. As in stupid fresh. As in crooked bananurrs; as in, even my tonsils are sweating technology right now. I do not know if I have ever loved anything like I currently love my teeni tooni … Continue reading →

My Uncle Manny is the second youngest of 12 and thus, as memories get hazy and stories get grandiose, and mom changes her story but pretends she doesn’t, or forgets, he seems the most reliable when regaling with stuff about … Continue reading →