Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. When I asked

For many reasons I am unable to relate to mainstream fashion magazines, notably because they pimp $400 t-shirts as a feasible item to purchase. At that point (which is usually within the first 10 pages), I slam the magazine down on my coffee table and leave in a fit of

We sat down with East Midwest Music Group last week to talk about – you guessed it – being a broke musician. Let’s preface this piece by mentioning that the things that we’ve learned in our ‘pow-wow’ could easily apply to all performers, freelancers and generally people who don’t have

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.

Being a Broke Ass – It’s elementary, my dear. Abstinence. From fancy ass parties in the Meatpacking District where a gin and tonic will set you back fourteen bucks. Blue, purple. Blue, purple. Blue, purple. AKA – all you see after a particularly draining day of job hunting on Craigslist.

I mean true musicians. The type of musicians who have tons of talent, loads of promise, a refusal to do anything else and no cash. I’m going to let you in on the worst kept secret of a generation: having a bachelor’s degree in ‘Music Anything’ doesn’t exactly secure you

Last night I read at an event called You’re Going to Die: Poetry, Prose, and Everything Goes. Up until a few days ago, when I was prepping for the reading, I forgot about this story that I’d written. As you can guess, it’s about me finding my neighbor dead in