Monthly Archives: October 2004

Teedra Moses is a sweet potato: a blithe, slight, pretty New Orleans tweeter, so the one song we saw lacked the brass punch it needed to be a real Southern raw diva woofer-banger. It was the Lil’ Jon produced track … Continue reading →

Tonight is the humble kick-off of College Music Journal business-cardxtravaganza, but where you’ll see me is BB Kings, with Hua‘s and my sweet New Orleans roundtheway girl who believes-in-love and too-cute-to-fight, Ms. Teedra Moses. Full report in the AM. On … Continue reading →

America’s opinions will be hijacked by Bush supporters. Sign a petition, join a boycott. Viacom, too.

And since Jessica floated down on the sparkly unicorn like Glinda the good witch, crafting is what we’ve done. We are making surprises with our hands; the living room is a wastepile of glue guns, dirt, newspapers, fabric paint, mod … Continue reading →

Commenters: If you want to rumble or register beef: 1. leave your actual email, or I will delete your chicken ass 2. especially if you’re making uninformed, non sequitur, ill-conceived attacks on my race, creed, and/or personal life, of which … Continue reading →

Now look at this. The feminism fairy has delivered my inbox a surprise!

Dick Cheney, harbinger of war, is the consummate patriarch: impenetrable, inarguable, in extreme authoritative tone. He’s all lies and taglines; the language is so rigid and fake-knowledgeable and the phrasing shuts out debate. He speaks with the condescending, firm voice … Continue reading →

Chauncey Billups’ silence, explained. It’s not the off-season; <a href= VH-1 annexed his chops. He scribed the page, but did he choose The Real Roxanne photo? And where can I get earrings the size of a chihuahua?

Vice presidential debate tonight, 9 pm Eastern. Also broadcast on npr.org. The New Yorker Festival panel at the NY Public Library: I forgot to mention. The panel was “Political Rockers,” moderated by Sasha, and featuring KRS-One, Henry Rollins, and Krist … Continue reading →

Caffeine at 4 am when everyone else is “four whiskeys to the wind,” as the b-day bwoy self-described. Downstairs neighbors blasting “Touch Me” by the Doors. It is 4:58 am. It is unbearable. Think about this: when dudes are out … Continue reading →