B-Boy Limping

Ne-Yo from my dreams
March 22, 2012, 7:45 am
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Or, pics from last night’s Malibu Red launch at the Liberty Theater. Dreams do come true you guys!

Hey Girrrrrrrrl.

The Death of a Party.
March 17, 2012, 9:31 am
Filed under: Nature!, New York

In which I reveal something that everyone knows anyway
March 10, 2012, 2:06 am
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As many of you know, I have a thing for redheads. I’ve never thought much about why that is before tonight though, when I went to see Mike Maronna and Danny Tamberelli (a.k.a Pete & Pete) on stage at Night of the Living at the Pit.

Back of the head-style.

You guys, I think Big Pete was the original ginger.

And  even though they said what neighborhood he lives in I’m not gonna like, hang out there or anything. Just wanted to put it out there just in case any of you knew him.

You know where to reach me.

“I’ve had my slinky since college.”
March 9, 2012, 8:32 am
Filed under: New York, Reading is fun

— Stephin Merritt

At Barnes & Noble Upstairs at the Square, with journalist Katherine Lanpher and Emma Straub (Other People We Married) who, you guys, is adorable. Also, fun fact, used to be Stephin’s assistant.

[Video here shortly.]

Jobs in the East Village
March 6, 2012, 10:23 am
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March 6, 2012, 9:04 am
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We weren’t supposed to take pictures but…
March 6, 2012, 8:49 am
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Björk at Roseland Ballroom, 3/5.

What happens at Korallreven…
March 6, 2012, 8:44 am
Filed under: Hello boysssss, Music, New York, Theater

Bowery Ballroom, 3/4.

The show was fine: Swedish, dream poppy, mustachioed dude from the Radio Dept, blah blah blah. But I want to use this space for a mea culpa of sorts. To the blonde who tried to buy me a beer, you should know a couple of things:

1) I’m incredibly oblivious and 2) I really wasn’t in the mood for beer! I certainly didn’t mean to make you apologize for asking me. It was very nice of you!

“Sorry,” you said.

Like, “Sorry I bothered you.”

But it probably shoulda been

“Sorry you’re such an asshole.”

Because I wasssssss. If you’re reading this, little guy, I’M sorry.  Maybe next time try asking if I wanted a ginger ale? Or some p’tato chips? It was late Sunday night. You know, work week and all. But who knows, maybe if you’d asked a second time and not disappeared out of embarrassment (because, again, I’m an asshole) I woulda gone for the booze. And possibly even more.