Monthly Archives: May 2004

My COLLEAGUE IN ADVENTURE calls RJD2 “commercial music”; last night, homeboy was selling manta rays and jellyfish, screening The Blue Planet behind his four-turntable/MPC feast. Fish schools beckoned with Latin American psych (the “Istanbul” song being the best). The sub-woofers … Continue reading →

No, not the horrifically dysfunctional fakeality show. This blog. Curt Merrill, He of the Merrills Honking, has reformatted C’n’P by his own volition, but based on my nitpicky requests for brown, pink, and cowboyz and poodles. Thank you Curt for … Continue reading →

Jessica and I, flamethrowing the ivory tower/your office with our gut-mincing cerebral gymnastics. HEED THIS—we are ladies of the lake, we will samba on yr desks of walnut. And also, give us jobs.

Lizzy Mercier Descloux, in psychic sisterhood with a band that sang about Tony Randall. RIP, all around. And Gloria Anzaldua, too…

PDX vs. Seattle laptop battle redux, boycotted by many local veterans for its cutthroat techniques and lengthy nature, jumped off with lovely new acquaintance Eric Prado going, “Hey, you write Cowboyz ‘n’ Poodles, don’t you?” Dude, I got called out … Continue reading →

from my boss: a Shakira poseable action figure. Language on the box: “Shakira (TM)… voice of a new generation Her music is energetic and powerful And has a unique Latin sound” questions: 1. Shakira has a TM?! 2. Is Matt … Continue reading →

Only one lady could get Snoop rhyming reverently about “making love”: the forthcoming Angie Stone long-player is fucking phenomenal, even WITH Floetry. I must hoard elaboration for my official review, but holy crap… you know how Mahogany Soul had the … Continue reading →

Yeah, why won’t the US Military pony up for a soldier’s handicapped child?

My employer-daddy, The Stranger, lost their hip-hop columnist (last time I saw him, he was totally selling Vast Aire’s merch). Until they find another, Dan Savage—lover of showtunes, tooth fetishist, moderately sadistic advice columnist—has taken over, and it’s a hopeless … Continue reading →

S-NNAAAP! Sasha whips up Dave Grohl cauldron-style. The comments section of the “hippie” entry, below, has reached boiling point. As with the irony trend, I will posit the “new hippie” thing is territory largely relegated to white males with class … Continue reading →