Urban Honking

On Kelis’ “In Public” off TASTY: Why must Nas refer to his “erection,” awkwardly instructing Kelis to “spread your legs”? Where is R.Kelly, wielding his smooth lyrical bible when you need him? (Picture him as Gandalf with a wand of sexaphors, it’s real funny.) As the only Nas/Kelis collab on the album, “In Public” should […]

My “DJ” Night at Tube: An Index Number of times resident DJ guy had to fix my levels: 2928 Number of times record skipped due to a stiletto heel: 2 Amount of money drunk guy gave me to play “Spoonin’ Rap” by Spoonie Gee: $1 Length, in minutes, of “Spoonin’ Rap”: 20 hours Amount of […]

As the final paragraph indicates, this is either depressing proof of the predictability/redundance of the Top 40, or affirming and uniting, in that people can respond to the same tones and patterns in the same ways. WE’RE ALL CONNECTED, MAN. I think we should make legislation NOW that says if a label uses Hit Song […]

things are not looking good for the fringer Dems for Prez, access-wise, after ABC pulled its three reporters embedded in the Kucinich, Carol Moseley Braun and Rev. Al Sharpton campaigns.

Not to keep harping, but I am utterly obsessed with this woman’s writing. This woman writes like words are numbers. She is writing like science, and her reviews are an equation. Ending in a grade. As if wrapped in cellophane. Sheared away. And leaving me hungry for more.

Here’s another. (thanks to my homeboy, Rob Kelley, for putting us up on this amazing woman.) And our old pal Rasheed has some interesting things to say about the NBA hiring younger and less experienced.

Monsieur Christgau, Bowling Green wants a word with you.

The name of this Movable Type Weblog is cribbed from a thrift store in Berlin, also called “Cowboyz ‘n’ Poodles,” where I did not shop but marveled at the possibility. Last night, however, at the fantastical Thomas Fehlmann performance, “Cowboyz ‘n’ Poodles” became a new dance. Okay: stand taut, body facing forward, shoulders turned left […]

CONFESSION: I used to be really worried my uprock narratives looked more like Michael Flatley. RESOLUTION: Then I saw the video for “Pass That Dutch” and realized my sucky b-girling was, in actuality, next level visionary. Missy, thank you for affording me the confidence to step into the cypher. (PS if I suddenly disappear from […]

Despite the headline “Marijuana: The Blazers’ Toughest Foe,” which makes me think of a traveling medicine man on a soapbox, the Trib wrote effusive soft praise of Young Zachary Randolph, including details of his throwback jersey collection and a genuinely nice comment from Grampy John Nash (Blaza Hata). Zach’s best friend on the team is […]