There’s no better way to feel instantly better about your own romantic standings then to listen to the tales of heartbreak and rejection of strangers. In a funny way of course. And in that spirit, The Rejection Show is the perfect Anti-Valentine’s Day event for couples and singles alike. Join

Dance, dance, dance ’til you’re dead! Okay, those are lyrics from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but whatevs. So yesterday I was playing with BandMate, the coolest iPhone app ever.  Basically it’s the who/what/when/where/why of live music and includes tiny venues that I would probably never think to check, like Your

Living in this city, we’re constantly being bombarded with sights and sounds both pleasant and grating. We’re essentially being entertained 24/7. No wonder our attention span is in such a sad state of affairs. Subway performers are a daily distraction most of us take for granted, just another one of

I know we just finished up the Super Bowl, but if there is one accessory from this shitshow holiday that I cannot live without: The Koozie. One part trailer trash and one part genius invention, The Koozie supercedes all drinking accessories by becoming not only the most vital to your

If you walk the gum wad-laden streets of NYC, you better get used to the slow burn of a stranger’s eye. New Yorkers STARE at each other. Sometimes it’s a concerned “Is that person yelling crazy and going to hurt me?”; other times just a pervy “I think you’re attractive

As children in the 90’s, there were a many things we couldn’t fathom: Why can’t we bring back all the meat we shoot while playing Oregon Trail? Why do the makers of Valentine’s cards think that I want to Aladdin to imply that the grossest boy in class wants to

VDAY! I’ve never been scolded for shameless self-promotion on this site so I’m assuming it’s kosher. Thus, I am now going to encourage you to attend my album release show at Café Du Nord on Valentine’s Day (that’s February 14th, for those of you who pretend not to know the

I’m sure you woke up several mornings in college and thought, “Man, I wish I could pay for this in bushels of corn or jars of marbles.” And then when you graduated, you’re probably dissapointed every month when Sallie Mae refuses your offer of a dozen homemade cupcakes instead of