Urban Honking

Editor’s Note: The comments section, and the overall functionality of this blog, will be fixed after next weekend thanks to K. Mikey and the Urban Fresh Crew. A Note of Congrats: to my crazy friends Charlie, DAVE CATS, and Chip –known to the art world as The Planet The — who finally got off their […]

Brown Bunny is crap fondue. Yo Vincent, I know what a road trip looks like, thank you. The only saving grace behind his fake-beauty, misanthropic, played-out Nietczean (sp) “men can’t cope with their emotions because women are variable” boring-ass pity play was that between alternating shots of highway, windshield wipers, and Vincent Gallo’s bangs, I […]

We went to San Francisco last night to see A and K, who are two of the most cutest people God ever put on this here great old (partly) green world. They are from Japan, mainly Tokyo, and we stayed with them on the Dear Nora tour of 2002 when me, Katy, Jake, Ryan, Curt, […]

It was going to be on some humid cosmos shit, as Elliot put it. Storm brewin’, as a Steinbeck character might grouse. In my parlance: the breath of Ivan’s monsoon was both cold and humid in the city tonight, so sweatshirts were necessary—but ten minutes in, you felt like nougat after some quality time on […]

Young whip Yancey Strickler finally caves to blogspot’s wiles. In less than 42 hours, he’s written about 12,000 words on God, sports, DFA, John Kerry, Zack de la Rocha, and Carson Daly. Welcome to the dark side, Yancey. Welcome to the dark side.

Here, he explains why. Excerpt: “If you can pump something that they’re fiending for and it doesn’t destroy the community, that’s gangster right there. People laugh about it. They say, oh, tamales, oh how funny, but tamales is big business. I mean you can be at the courthouse, trying to pay your ticket, and there […]

The ladies in Chingo Bling’s “Walk Like Cleto” video traffic neither dough nor yayo; they traffic, my friends, in maza and husks. Best video EVER. Shot in Beta. Roosters figure prominently. Funny white guy doing the cabbage patch. Cooking as economic leverage (and you know all those bikini girls are cousins). So Mexican. Exactly like […]

I am learning to love Fashion Week; when you walk by Bryant Park, women in Jackie-O wigs and pink tweed (what else!) will hand you bags of crap for free. Today, I got an electric toothbrush from Shop Etc. magazine. The absurdity of last night hit critical mass when the guitarist started humping the keyboard. […]

My wee pal Daniel is a photo genius (hire him!) and this is his new blog. Includes hot shots of Urban Honkers and my old housemate/bandmate/BFF, Jay Winebrenner, smoking in front of the computer, which pretty much sums up his entire existence.

Sasha’s extensive drilldown on the run-ins and run-outs of our eve, including the true haps on JimJam and Haiku (the F.I.T. sophomores we nearly drop-kicked whilst new-old-jack-swingin’). Those two, by the way they were dancing together–eyes locked, mimicking the slow grace of tai-chi and maraca shoulder-shimmying as the rhythm pattern shifted– I thought they were […]