‘The packaging of each CD is unique. Hand-printed with linoleum block lettering, each step of the printing process took several days. The last step of the assembly was affixing a 4 1/2” square of red felt inside each cover.’ Source: press release for The Malarkies’ new album, 10,
Historian from the acclaimed Walk Around New York series and New York-expert, Barry Lewis tells us about the city he loves, the people who make it work, and peace.
It’s been snowing all day in New York. And real snow this time: not all that business the meteorologists kept on about in the past few weeks. ‘Get ready, folks: It’s gonna be a white Thanksgiving. Isn’t that right, Chuck?’ or ‘It’s gonna be a c-
shoegazing (n): to stare at one’s shoes, typically while (whilst) playing loud, effects-laden guitar pop; coined to describe the stage presence of early-’90s British band Chapterhouse, whose tendency to stare at their feet instead of the audience was for some reason notable. Ride never really stared at
I love holiday shopping. Picking out presents, crossing the names off the list, wrapping all the gifts. Every year it seems an insurmountable task. Every year it’s accomplished far too easily. And every year is more satisfying than the last. This year it seemed there might even be time
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we look into the immortal question—what do I do with my life?—and find the obvious answer.
I’ve been sick for the past week and a half. Here’s what it was like, had it all been chronicled on the front page of this site. New York’s currently: got a sore throat, but not worried about it feeling a little ‘off’ sneezing, shaking, scared feverish
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week, having already had the issue of girls settled for us, we tackle boys and their puppy-dog tails.
‘I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t board the ship now.’ ‘What do you mean? I have a ticket.’ ‘Very good, sir, but I’m still afraid you’re too late. You’ll have to wait for the next one.’ ‘But it hasn’t even left yet. Come on—
I married in Texas on 5 October 2002. If I can remember that date, I’ll do alright come anniversary time. But that’s jumping too far ahead for now. It was, by all accounts, a beautiful wedding. There were speeches, there were toasts, there was even a poem. There
