Whoever wrote this note is my new hero! It says:
“Thank you for waking me up this morning! 🙂 Perhaps you could park your sensitive car alarm elsewhere? I’m not sure how many time I have to call 311 and give them your plate # before they’ll tow [*your ass away] but I’m gonna find out. xox
P.S. you rock!”
* This is my guess at what the note says in the part that is obscured by the windshield wipers.
It’s no secret to anyone born prior to 1980 that the best years – the truly Golden years – of Rock music are now decades behind us. By the “best” years, of course, I’m talking about the 1970s. Some of us were lucky enough to live through this truly magical decade that, when speaking of Rock music, came in like a lamb and went out like a lion. Continue reading Must Read Book: Nick Kent’s Apathy For The Devil
I would so eat this burger.
While this in no way makes up for the having been forced to miss the Hot Glue Hullabaloo exhibit because the people who own the gallery-that-will-not-be-named could not be bothered to honor their posted business hours for half the exhibit’s run (thanks, not!) it was an unexpected treat to stumble upon one of two new Kenny Scharf exhibits concurrently running at both locations of the Paul Kasmin Gallery in Chelsea.
Continue reading Kenny Scharf Mania at the Paul Kasmin Gallery
I’m certainly all about letting your freak flag fly but, seriously, WTF was this woman thinking when she had My Little Pony tattooed on her head? On her fucking head? The only good thing about this tattoo is that she can easily cover it up by growing out her hair. Hopefully, she has done that by now.
