Urban Honking

If you have never been there, or if you do not live in Nueva York, you really must take a look at the Movida website, it is so amazing, I can’t even believe it exists. I’ve only ever been there for Brazilian night, so in the context of the new jack, shit will be like […]

Tomorrow is thursday nite and i have just been alerted: Cosmo Baker is spinning NEW JACK Swing/’90s r&B… WHA…. at *Movida* in the West Village… which is decorated like an ’80s cruise ship, unironically, railings and mirrors spitshined, everywhere you look is either a painted-on palm tree, or your own reflection, in glossy x900 dpi. […]

MEGA LOVE AND CONGRATULATIONS TO DAN AND LUPINE AND DOT (Dorothy Mahalia!), NEW TO THE WORLD AND ALREADY THE CUTEST BABY BEAR

yo, because i was born in 1847 and have no fucking idea how to either post mp3s or work the VCR, our mans and nem, quick-witted and totally offering to hook me up with Freeway!, has graciously posted my future husband Ne-Yo’s “The Plan,” link above, for your listening enjoyment. The song is basically like, […]

oh man, i tried to resist linking to it, cause i know i’m always going on about nick sylvester’s endless streams of hilarity, but i keep reloading the page to re-read the line about “fucking a bag of gay eucharist.” And that closing kicker, mais oui! Nick is like, the andres serrano of the village […]

CnP HQ is all aflutter cuz our mans and nem emailed an mp3 of Fave R&B prodigy/future baby-dad? Ne-Yo singing nasty-nasty nastiness over 50 Cent’s “Get in My Car,” during which Young details exactly what goes down when you get with him. WHUH. I know my feelings on Ne-Yo may affect my reaction to the […]

For an interlude, they made cat and dog fighting sounds: barking and mewling interpreted by a little hollow-bottom drum and the squealing mouth of the violin player, respectively. This occurred after several seconds of cacophony, a great clamor of drums, guitar, piano, Apple laptop, lap-steel stringed guitar device, alto saxophone, with its lovely low baying. […]

Kanye West on that one Common track off Be: “God don’t ever give me nothing I can’t handle/ So please don’t ever give me records I can’t sample/ So I can vaca where there ain’t no channels/ it’s quite okay for a gangster to wear sandals.”

Proof that Harvard doesn’t ONLY churn out riff raff and race-war instigators: GOOD JOB TO HUA on a satisfyingly lucid, insightful essay on crack cocaine, in context. (“New York may have celebrated its 17th consecutive year of declining crime rates,” he writes, finely, “but there is still an odd fixation with broken windows and restless […]

Meanwhile, back in Portland, Witty Pug Herder and Noted Former Co-Pilot Ezra Ace Caraeff seeks Gallagher, finds Metallagher. IS ANYONE SURPRISED THEY’RE FROM MINNEAPOLIS?! And is there a Hold Steady song about them yet?