Holy shit this sounds amazing! According to the press release, “BowieBall pays homage to definitive rock icon David Bowie in an anything goes charity glam extravaganza bringing together the best in NYC’s music, art, fashion & entertainment.” I mean, just look at the photos from previous years! Can that be my life
As a young man, I had my numbers read. The fortuneteller predicted that I would be a great success at my first line of work and then go on to a different calling at which I would become equally successful. I’m sure you can guess at how accurate those predictions
“Although what you are about to see is a work of fiction, it should nevertheless be played at maximum volume.” This is the opening graphic (and allusion to David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust) from the 1998 film “Velvet Goldmine.” And every time I watch it, this prompts me to knock the
Over the past few years I’ve watched as San Francisco has been pulled out from under us and sold to the highest bidder. And I’m fed up and heartbroken. San Francisco is for everyone, not just the wealthy elite, and this is why I’ve decided to run for mayor....
Who says you need to wait for Halloween to don some spandex and glitter? It’s time to channel your inner glam rock persona for the annual Bowie Ball this Sunday at Santos Party House. If you’re unfamiliar with this time-honored New York tradition, it’s time to bone up on your
One of the great things about science fiction is that it doesn’t matter if it is really good or really, really bad, either way it is wonderful. ‘œGoosebumps’ was my first encounter with really bad sci-fi. For anyone unfamiliar (no!), allow me to outline the plot of every Goosebumps: tension
Before the fireworks get kicked off, and you’ve eaten your umpteenth weenie, there’s plenty of festivities to indulge in. Mostly a lot that involves hotpants and Grace Jones. Since bemoaning the loss of Sunday Best, MeanRed Productions has moved onto greener pastures, making sure your summer doesn’t lack in expertly
Full Nerd disclosure here, I’ve seen Labyrinth more times then I care to admit. Is it the appeal of David Bowie’s unabashed bulge on display or Jim Henson’s puppet mastery, maybe a little of both. Either way, this movie is ripe for comedy, so if you enjoy mocking your old