Urban Honking

My assessment of the weekend, perhaps a bit overblown but certainly genuine, is that if I were fully immersed in the inchoate culture of grimeland 2005 right now, I would be heading up Rock Steady Crew UK and, ahermmm, innovating the third element on the dancefloor. This conclusion was built on empirical evidence. This is […]

JMJ foundation/adidas 35th anniversary superstar kickoff party. i am always this somber at red-carpet events, especially when depressed and underdressed. connie makes up for my brooding roll, non? Poorly focused evidence: Flava, too quick for the camera! There’s a lot to be said for hearing critics so great as Greg Tate, Vivian Goldman and Bob […]

I suppose we can’t be mad that Jon no longer breaks language; he’s switched his game to slang-checking his friends’ blogs in the Village Voice. (And he gets paid for that.) This comes after my triumphant MIA review in SPIN (the triumph being that my kind, loving editor didn’t chop the adjective “binoculars” from the […]

More DeVyne Stephens than Darrin’s dance grooves: the man who gave us Usher’s angled body verbology in “Yeah” gets the Cowboyz’n’Poodles award for best choreography in an R&B video for Tyra’s “Country Boy”; for one, it’s a feat for pop dancers to pull off interpretive moves that correspond to lyrics without seeming like the Colorado […]

After watching the All-Star game with Chris “Billups” Ryan, a more entertaining basketball commentater than anyone ever (BCAT, hit him up here) Connie Wohn, Ghettotechmanica, and I hit the grime thing–DJ Cameo from radio 1xtra, who played i think FOUR Dizzee Rascal tracks and was clearly from radio’s landscape, because every shout was a kind […]