My life mantra has become “Let’s get weird”. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s what I want it to say on my tombstone. So I’ve decided to throw a monthly party in celebration of getting weird. It’s called Freaky-Deaky Fridays. And… It’s a Costume Box Dance Party! and it happens

It’s true, the marriage of smut and cheap hooch in a disco haze has been done many ways in many places in this pueblo, but over the past nine years rarely has it been done as well, or more importantly, as genuinely as it has in the gamey darkness of

Remember when I had a TV show? Yeah, that was pretty rad. I got to travel the country exploring the weird and wonderful in all kinds of different cities. It was an amazing experience and I met so many cool peeps, including Walter Sickert & the Army of Broken Toys.

Thanks to my best friend and her entire family (who were my primary babysitters before and after school), my childhood from ages 7 to 12 was filled with the comprehensive works of Mr. Michael “Sweet Lips” Bolton. As school let out, I would not have to scan the cars looking

Well, the first Freaky-Deaky Friday at The Showdown came and went, and let me tell you…it was awesome! The next one is on Friday April 26th. I have a feeling that after looking at these pics you’re not gonna miss it! I’ve posted some choice pictures below but go here to see

The other day I ran in to Broke Ass Stuart eating pizza at shop on Valencia. He invited me to sit down … and so I did. I ate pizza he had wings. We pondered the greater things in life, talked about heavy topics, questioned the meaning of many things … and then the conversation got HEAVY! “So Stefan, (I GOT WORRIED) would you rather be Vanilla Ice or Mick Jagger?”

My life mantra has become “Let’s get weird”. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s what I want it to say on my tombstone. So I’ve decided to throw a monthly party in celebration of getting weird. It’s called Freaky-Deaky Fridays. And… It’s a Costume Box Dance Party! and it happens