I knew it! I knew that once that trashy pole of nightlife fakulousness, Misshapes in NYC, closed, all the raunchy club kidz it spawned would either run for corporate cover (you can now hire the famous Misshapes DJs for corporate events -- will they displace Michael Bolton at next year's Oracle convention?) or hit the tragic talkshow circuit. Or hit the tragic talkshow circuit AND start their own "rap" band. Read more »
I know that Science Of Sleep, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and umpteen hyperreal, DIYish music videos director Michel Gondry is just SO DAMN PRECIOUS, but his new movie Be Kind Rewind, planned for release on February 22 looks like a real hoot. Read more »
Today the US Supreme Court refused to consider the extremely odd request by a Dublin lawyer to strike down the trademark "Dykes On Bikes," awarded to the San Francisco Women's Motorcycle Contigent (you know, the many miles of hot revvin' lezzies that kick off the Pride parade each year), because the trademark was "hostile to men" and that the phrase was "immoral and disparaging."
It's soooo stupid! But yes, I'm totally wetting my pants over the new trailer for Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay. As a swarthy gay arab who once got called "Osama" in Ohio (and "Apu" in Utah), I feel it's my honor-bound duty. Plus I'm kinda hot for both of them. Read more »
Doesn't it sometimes seem like the world is working against you? It's bad enough those days when you wake up feeling like shit for no reason, but it really sucks when things just get worse from there. And it's always their fault, isn't it? The dickhead at the liquor store forgets to stock your brand of cigarettes. Some yuppie in a fancy car nearly runs you off the road. Your manager fires you, your landlord evicts you, your friends diss you. Sometimes other people are just too much to bear. Don't you wish you could just make them all disappear for a while? Read more »
Huddled under your soul blankets? Buffeted about, as Dante wrote of the damned lustful in The Inferno, in hell's crosswise winds like a human kite? Take comfort in the immortal stylings of the one-and-only Ann Peebles, goddess of honkytonk R&B, baby. Read more »