First Time I Was Spammed On AIM At Work...
Inner April Ludgate
In Defense of Peep Show: Comedy In Concentrate
“What The F*^%’s A Washing Machine Doing In A Pub? Jesus, I need a drink.” I’ve met a few folks who cringe when I tell them how incredible I think this show is. Usually, they are cringing because Mitchell and Webb are masters at showing us just how uncomfortable we our in our own skin, how awful we can be and how much we enjoy watching other people suffer. That’s...
A writer doesn’t find their voice. The voice finds them, and most of the time it’s screaming for dear life. It’s the voice of someone being tortured, begging to be let out. A caged animal, you might say. Or just some schmuck with no courage.
Can't Get Enuff Of This Jam
I’ve been bemoaning the fact that I can’t find a decent northern soul night in NYC for some time now. Why can’t I find a place (other than my bedroom) that will let me dance to gems like THIS? Aaaaaand HOLY ALBUM ART! LOVE!