Urban Honking

For reasons too heartbreaking to go into, God’s Son eluded me. I don’t want to talk about it. I have already commenced finding an alternate life-purpose. Later, I saw Animal Collective, which of course did not make up for MISSING THE BOAT WHICH CARGOED MY DESTINY, but was surprisingly thrilling–best I’ve ever seen ’em. What’s […]

Dear zealous small-coffee-biz folks, I must confess: I am currently patronizing Starbucks for their t-mobile wi-fi (tangential advice to future New Yorkers: in the fourth largest city in the world, I have better luck getting calls by styrofoam cup and psychic energy than with with my t-Mobile cell service), and overheard the man at the […]

Press is hot. Truth is out. Ready? The two REAL reasons I got a New York zip code have finally culminated in one weekend: 1. Hot 97 and 2. Nas, live and purportedly assisted by my spirit guide Jadakiss, in Central Park. I have seen many things, during these weeks, including a live man and […]

A little note: The other night, on the corner of Seventh Ave. and Eighth St., we met with an industrial-sized dumpster filled with people, looking for free gems like ants on honey. I climbed in after I saw a lady scavenge three yards of obnoxious neon Pucci / Valley of the Dolls fabric; a man, […]

M. Night Shyamalan’s Spielberg fetish: so thorough! I really missed Amazing Stories!

Scott Giampino, ex of Touch and Go/The Showbox in Seattle, is one of the nicest people I can think of, so perhaps you might paypal him some dollares to get him, Ali and Max back on their feet: “As most of you know, Scott and Ali Giampino were victims of an arson fire at their […]

Things are all Animal House here on the Slope. Crashing on Steven’s couch with two roommates, which brings the total occupancy to 4. (Four! Mwahhahaha… four! People waiting for the shower at eight am!!) Coffee-deprived grownups say the snottiest things, i.e.: “R. Kelly can no more conduct a symphony by waving his arms around than […]

Here is the reason you should start reading the Fader: Elliot Aronow in editorial masthead total non-shocker, like finally. He looks like a young [Bob Dylan] [Sean Penn] [Dustin Hoffman], will make you wait for him on the corner (mysterious), and cracks whips. Call him if you have central A/C.

So Owen came to play, and it was basically like being in Portland. Owen, who used to live in P-Town but now kicks it in a tour van, is my good friend and one-time intern (if you are a publicist and ever got a tearsheet from me with a giraffe drawn on it, he is […]

In the simplest terms, I moved to NYC to get my ass kicked. Tonight, after a run-in with Terror Squad and a woman named Jennifer, my calves and arches went with it. She is like, level four Andre from Dance it Off. She does not need to army-sergeant her way through class. She is the […]