Urban Honking

Hit them up. Joschi is like the best German ex-ballet dancer / body sculpting yoga teacher ever.

= Hipster mating call

In case you are sitting flank w/me at the nerdfest: In my original write-up for “The Clipse” (#7 Hell Hath No Fury) for Pitchfork’s “Top 50 albums of 2007” feature, I had originally called Pharrell’s beats “gruesome and impersonal as a speculum,” however the “speculum” part was edited out. Still, I keep returning to the […]

At the first holiday party me and B hit, at some point between “breakbeats,” rum & Tings (believe THAT) and fake-cheeze soy crisps (yum), me and Dave T broke down the fearsome geographies of our rural youths, reminiscing on the places we visited when we wanted to scare the shit out of ourselves. His were […]

When Mark Ronson DJ’d TomKat’s wedding, did he drop “It’s Goin Down”? 0 YES 0 NO 0 MAYBE

Me and Brendan aka Teddy Riley fans #1 and #1A watched it this morning and nearly died from snort-laughing at its dead-on impression of Color Me Badd. Word to Timberlake for not taking himself too seriously.

It’s in the summer at the Empire Skate — “the birthplace of roller disco.” I go with Nick for Chioma’s birthday party. The rink is lit exclusively by neon palm trees. It’s adult night, so the DJ is cursing, getting progressively drunker, and shouting the “25 and overs” everytime he drops a record that came […]

Can we get this guy for president one time? Thanks.

Congratulations to my friends at Not Straight Outta Compton, the Alligator Lounge’s premiere gay hip-hop party, for making Art Basel Miami a little less “white linen/black AmEx.” And also for making the MIAMI HERALD BUSINESS SECTION (last three paragraphs) Speaking of AmEx and friends and Friends of NSOC, Janicza has a website with all her […]