This is the first in what will be a periodic post bringing you music that might brighten your day, could never be considered bad, and will definitely put a little soul in your bowl. The “5” Royales were a phenomenally talented and overlooked group that recorded in at least five

It’s hot, stagnant, and sticky here in Brooklyn.  There’s no use beating it, so why not just indulge?  Get in the mood for some freaky, all-night dancing and soulful music events this week.  And just for you, all of ‘˜em are FREE. ~~~ Tuesday August 11th 8pm – CHIN CHIN

If Tupac’s not dead, he’s most likely hanging out someplace with Amelia Earhart, Elvis, and Bigfoot. And if he’s still alive, would a musical based on his music kill him or entertain him? Decide for yourself and see 2Pac: The Musical at Upright Citizen’s Brigade Theater tonight. In recent jukebox

Summer has always been a time to get fresh with the insects and the foliage of New York’s wide array of parks.  Do not be misled by the implications of the word park ‘“ in NYC we’re talking everything from weedy cracked asphalt corners to Agrarian works of art.  While

My friend and I went trolling the streets and returned with a My Little Pony, sparkly fake flowers, and teddy bear. Then we doused them with lighter fluid and set them on fire in a vacant lot for our own entertainment. Luckily, some artists are less self-centered than us, and

The finale of last year’s Indie Rock Karaoke was a group of guys singing Amarie’s ‘œOne Thing.” Host Andrew WK’s contribution was standing at the front of the stage, clutching two empty mic stands while shaking them back and forth, and it was one of the greatest things I’ve ever

If you’re like me, you like to drink massive amounts of beer, have an unhealthy and inexplicable fetish for bearded and be-plaid-ed men, and are thus known to frequent various pub-type establishments.  Ok, well, maybe not the middle thing.  But, the point is: what to do if you’re hungry and

When hooligans ripped out the foam from my bike seat and bent my front wheel, I was so full of fury that I didn’t even try to think of a nicer adjective than ‘œfucked.’ But then a Time’s Up! volunteer told me that my wheel had been ‘œTacoed.’ Time’s Up!