Monthly Archives: March 2004

N*E*R*D*’s show last night was hinged entirely upon the life-force that is Pharrell Williams’ sexual magnetism. Period. While this is not entirely a bad thing, because Pharrell’s sexual magnetism is a hot blast of nuclear light from unexplored (and dangerous!) … Continue reading →

For the past three days, when friends inquire how I am, I have regularly been responding, “My brain feels as though it is being squished open like a zit with a waffle iron.” Today, I felt like Atreyu riding that … Continue reading →

Though we rarely see one another in the flesh, my four-blocks-away-neighbor Jeremy Devine and I love to rant/debate music b.s. on the phone. Today’s topic: the new issue of Alternative Press, in which Eyedea and Abilities are erroneously described as … Continue reading →

Would I owe rosaries if my fave record this year was B2K’s Greatest Hits? I’m not saying it is… I’m just asking.

Woke yesterday at 8 am, to the sound of J Hoppa on the “Milkshake” ringtone, calling to relay best-friend secrets that stay on the phone, in the phone. This is a declaration to our best-frienditude: no one, absolutely no one, … Continue reading →

My extraordinary housemate Connie has been vacationing/housesitting for some rich people in le West Hills (mere blocks from Sheed’s vacated mansion) and so last night, pre-Aceyalone, we enacted our own temp. version of cribs in the upstairs den (attached to … Continue reading →

NY party people: Mon ami E*Rock has an art show, the Lanky Weird Dudes Drawing Show, at Little Cakes in BK starting the 29th. It is not a lie; I can attest to his lankiness and weirdness (and dudeness). I … Continue reading →

Project Blowed chugs along–endless, boundless–and tonight, Aceyalone reminded us why he’s the rock. (Although the sound guy was stoned/AWOL (not One, thnk gdns), so crazy-for-sub-bass Rhettmatic, god love ‘im, sometimes drowned out lyrics.) All Balls don’t Bounce is out again … Continue reading →

Katastrophe: friend of the Scream Club, FTM emcee, and possibly the first person to rhyme “massagin’ me” with both “mysogyny” AND “androgyny.” Another reason: who else is putting in a brag about their 1 1/2 inch dick?

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 … Continue reading →