I was back in New York City after a meandering jaunt to Europe. Henry Hypnotic and I carried our instruments while discussing personal hygiene. We had spent the day making rounds across Brooklyn, and Henry feared that all this walking had awakened the body odor that lived inside him. He wanted to hit the subway…
Happiness is an end to which many roads lead. From the air it seems like New York’s skyscrapers reach towards you, each a unique, wizened individual with stoic stories to share. The mirror of The Hudson is pretending to be a sunset—saturated rose hues that rise to the occasion as if they knew the wringing…
Every summer for the last 3 years, New York’s legendary South Street Seaport host’s the Village Voice’s 4Knots Music Festival, continuing 13 years of musical awesomeness. Music by the sea is like making out in the international space station, a good thing turned awesome due to a stirring setting. This year, I got to tag along with…
Last night a friend of mine was stabbed several times in the face. He was also stabbed in the bicep while stripped naked. Another friend had his shirt taken from him and people–girls as young as sixteen–stapled his body with a wood stapler. And then there were the fireballs. Raging, manic clouds of flame that…
