Urban Honking

If you love me, you are going with me to see one of my favorite singers of all time, Angie Stone, in Seattle on May 13, which I might add is right around the time of my birthday. Also around the time of my birthday, and an acceptable expression of love and friendship, is your […]

Thanks to links from such places as planetout.com and outsports.com, Cowboyz ‘n’ has had a lot of web traffic for the Boycott Ride Snowboards entry (wherein we berated Ride Snowboards for their ad that said, “The worst part about riding a Burton is telling your friend you’re gay.”) As a result, I’ve been receiving an […]

What to do immediately upon returning from SXSW, but go see some bands? Saw Le Flange du Mal tonight, in Portland, in a hunormous, Repo Man-style parking garage ‘neath Grand Central Bowl (ing Alley). Their audience, apart from myself and delinquent friends, included four high school goths and a quarter-pipe, though actual skaters and Sparkle […]

Partymanica and i, bored of punks promoting atrophied antirhythms as funk and in search of metal madness pizza, with an agenda including far more country music than’s been programmed in my blackberry since I chirped out of mom’s nest, stumbled upon His Place. Really, we were just looking for some crunk. And a speaker, placed […]

While the rest of you all were copping some Modest Mouse day-olds for fifty cents and an hour in queue, the sleep-eradicated Hott Cadre (plus one honorary member Young Elliott, who’s too genius for Le Phader) stumbled upon Pete Rock–PETE ROCK–DJing to 20 people, drunk, and battling nostalgia for his earlier, happier youth, before Jam […]

Listen: the word is out. I know some of you are using Kumari’s cousin’s prom photo as your Friendster image. I do not blame you, because it is so amazing. Kumari’s cousin / date handmade a tux and formal dress out of Rasheed Wallace Blazers jerseys. The dude is wearing a white top hat. The […]

Sorry about the lack of non-pop cult related content lately, my brain’s pulped like a grapefruit on that end, writing other, non blogging-related issues. But soon, SXSW reports! Guest starring: J. Hopper & J. Caramanica (together we are HOTT CADRE), B. Fasman, J. Gross, R. Kidwell, les Nice Nice, and other faraway friends I totally […]

Cause of this whole fukin cutie pie iPod thang, and the kitty purring noise my laptop makes when I upload a disc into iTunes takes about seven hours, I’ve been able to listen to two artists only on the daily morning walk for coffee: Erykah Badu’s “Worldwide Underground,” which is a far better, more subtle […]

My friend Natascha Snellman—artist, filmmaker, semi-star of Gus Van Sant’s Elephant, essential interpretive dance partner–shall soon be lost to the city of angels. Her move hit me hard, last night, at Suicide Club, as we were dancing our usual interpretive/Rhythm Nation/vogue melange of goofy dancing, when she said, “I am so tired of all my […]

Technology is just plain stupid. As in stupid fresh. As in crooked bananurrs; as in, even my tonsils are sweating technology right now. I do not know if I have ever loved anything like I currently love my teeni tooni lil’ PINK MINI iPOD. Even mean Ezra’s knowing admonishment that “it’s a better deal to […]