So, I made a “songs of the decade” playlist. My choices, frankly, hew pretty close to “canon,” or what you’d see on any of the many other “best of the …

On the Bodega Boys podcast, Desus and Mero have lately been using a clip on their soundboard of what, to my Christian ears, was instantly recognizable …

Several posts are still in purgatory, but for now: for Pitchfork, I reviewed Moor Mother’s Analog Fluids of Sonic Black Holes, an album about cosmic de…

So, I have at least 3 Big Boy Posts I’ve been mulling over for months but can’t get myself to finish. But in the mean time, here’s a short one about th…

This blog definitely still exists, and I’m writing a new post as we squeak, but for now satiate yourself with me writing in Brooklyn Daily Eagle about …

My review of the XXL Freshman showcase went up today at Bowery Presents. Unfortunately, I had to cut out some less-than-positive commentary, so I figur…

Wow! Thank you guys so much for Saturday. I was so so so nervous because of the heat wave that people would (understandably) not show up, but the suppo…

This many blogs in such a short time is… alarming, I know, and you’re right to be concerned. But you’ll have to bear with me as I go completely off: Ri…

I’m excited as heck to announce that I’m collaborating with some extremely talented friends to bring you this bake sale that benefits the Yellowhammer …

Toots and the Maytals play Brooklyn Bowl Toots and the Maytals plays Brooklyn Bowl and the vibes are… troubled. It’s hard to figure out what reggae mea…

SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU, but I’m blogging again. Real Estate plays Webster Hall, and Palm opens Literal prisms of nostalgia: Real Estate takes the stag…

Remo Drive plays The Bowery Ballroom The teens have stars in their eyes. The cover of Remo Drive’s new album Natural, Everyday Degradation is on a flag…