Monthly Archives: November 2005

My interview w/Pharrell is in the new Spin (dec. 2005, the one w/fallout boy on the cover.) Edited a bit for space; here’s a preview directly from the transcripts: JS: What about your unconventional ass metaphors? Like “your ass is … Continue reading →

Subject: Dear Constituent, In response to your email letter From: CongressmanMajor.Owens@mail.house.gov Thank you for your email. I will consider your recommendation when the issue is discussed in Committee and/or when the Bill is brought to the Floor of the House … Continue reading →

The 5 train at Atlantic-Pacific departs in a slow whine of two notes. They are the exact tones that begin “Somewhere” from West Side Story, the verse that is. A. Juelz Santana is the same height as Riff Raff A2. … Continue reading →

Seven hours in crotchless pants with an AK and an audience: arduous, but hardly far-fetched. She is a woman who once displayed herself for 12 days–starving, showering, peeing, sleeping–in bare suffering nakedness, the opposable thumb of the mise en scene. … Continue reading →

Amanda P, writer of books and nominee on the 2005 ILM “Ladies of Pitchfork: Hot or Not?” thread (live podcast coming ’06), says: “I’ve totally seen that dude with the iguana — he walks [around our neighborhood] with it draped … Continue reading →

it’s voting day, put it down.

as of late, 50 is the man who couldn’t buy happiness: forever sullen, paranoid. vs. jay, jay owns the universe and is STOKED! The peeping tom with the binoculars from across the courtyard is now duped thanks to drapes and … Continue reading →

i spent my sat nite texting w/sean fennessey–him, wifey, and boddingtons at the computer (dateline: Manhattan) vs. me, roommates, corona and diet cola at the kitchen table (dateline: BKLYN)–and all i got was this bright, gleaming bright blogspot. My outgoing … Continue reading →

In the Oct issue of Sister 2 Sister mag, in response to the question “How long have you been rapping,” Lil Nikki answered, “As soon as I came out, the doctor slapped me and I said ‘Yo!” “i spit knives/ … Continue reading →