I’m not a religious or particularly holiday-oriented person.  In fact, I might even be a little hostile to the idea that somehow, because it’s a specific time of the year, you should forgive & forget everything wrong in life, and just “be nice”.  Because, apparently, the other 364 days of

Fetid tide rushes and sand dunes, are what the first settlers got when they first laid eyes on the city that scrapes the stars. Never the less they put on some furs, shucked a few mussels and made it work. A few eons later, some smelly, hairy guys wearing crosses

If you’ve been following the site lately, you’ve noticed that we’ve started doing some band interviews.  In the past month or so we’ve interviewed The Dodos, Sleepy Sun, and Girls in Trouble.  The reason for this is that pretty much everyone who is in a band was a broke-ass at

The other day Live the Lush Life got at me on twitter and because of it I learned a lot.  I learned that A) they existed, B) they have a fuckload more twitter followers than me (ahem…that means you you should totally follow me) and C) that there’s a bunch

Ever find yourself in Clinton Hill on a Monday night? That was precisely the situation I found myself in the other night when a sandwich board on the sidewalk told me about some seriously magical shit happening inside of the building it was in front of. Specifically, this place was

Alright.  I’m about to get super green on you, so if you hate trees and recycling and wildlife and the planet then don’t bother reading on.  But also if you really hate all those things do me a solid and try not to procreate.  This weekend is the annual San

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video