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| DECEMBER 2006 How Dirty Boys Get Fed |
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| STAYING ALIVE - 12.21.06 How the Hell Did I Get Here So Soon? I Don't Wanna Grow Up! Maybe you don't care, but Tom Waits turned 57 this month. But you should care, cause he's the coolest fucking 57-year-old you've never met. Tommy boy has written a lot of amazing songs that most people assume were written by the people that made them famous, like "Jersey Girl" (which Bruce Springsteen brutally massacred) and "Downtown Train" (which probably got Rod Stewart laid a couple extra hundred times). I remember one particularly drunken argument with a punk girl I met near St. Marks who simply would not accept the fact that "I Don't Wanna Grow Up" was in fact written by Tom Waits and not the Ramones! Something about his I-consume-bourbon-by- biting-the-handle-off- the-bottle-and-chase-it-with- a-pack-of-Marlboro-Reds voice seems to makes it hard for the mainstream to accept him, but he hangs out with hobos at train yards, tells amazing stories, talks live a raving lunatic and writes genius fucking lyrics. Check out the bizarre video for Tom's original version of "I Don't Wanna Grow Up" here and NYC punk legends the Ramones rocking it live here. |
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| WTF - 12.14.06 Whack Ass Crack Finding the Pot of Gold! There is a video I can't tell you about - you are just going to have to trust me and... Watch the madness for yourself! |
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| PORN - 12.08.06 Scary Straight Boy Johnny the Fuck Animal! As you know, I like the straight boys. I like to watch them fuck anything...I like to stalk them...and with enough drinks I even try to convince them to come home with me. But then there are the Scary Straight Boys. The type you really want to pummel your ass - but yr afraid they may pummel you face first for asking! Meet Johnny, in this free video, who is a Fuck Animal... Watch the video preview! |
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| DRINK & DRUGS - 12.08.06 Drank Through the Hangover in a Bar With No Name Obviously, most bars in NYC have names. Some have really cool ones (Jackie's Fifth Amendment, Gowanus Yacht Club), some have fucking lame ones (Coyote Ugly Saloon, Hi-Fi) some help retardedly drunk tourists find their friends (2A, 7B). There's even one called Bar With No Name. And then there are the bars that have names that nobody ever calls them by, cause they are simply the wrong fucking name. Like this pub in Brooklyn that for some reason the owners named the Brooklyn Ale House. Yeah, it's in Brooklyn, yeah it serves ale, we get the point. Very original thinking there. But everyone knows it's really known as Dog Bar, cause the bartenders are cool and they let dogs hang out there and run around unleashed eating peanut shells off the floor and humping behind the pool table. I honestly don't even know the name of the dive on the corner of McGolrick Park in Greenpoint, but don't you worry about that. It's always just called Horseshoe Bar, and not cause of the vintage wooden bar is shaped like a horseshoe. The reason it's called Horseshoe Bar is because after 2 am on every Sunday night they let all the drunk polish old-timers go in back and play horseshoes -- Inside the bar. If you're not a big shoer, just go for the $1.50 Bud drafts and jukebox full of metal classics. Then there's tiny little bar near the Meatpacking District with the cool Saturday Night Fever-styled flashing lights covering the floor. When I first went there six or seven years back, the barkeep insisted that the place definitely had a name, he just didn't happen to know what it was. Then the joint got really hip and really crowded and thus really lame and officially became known as Passerby. At first it made sense, cause whenever I was walking down the street, I just passed right by the fucking place. Then I just called it Bee Gees Bar, but fuck that name. From this moment forth, it forever shall be referred to as The '70s Blow. |
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| PORN - 12.01.06 Check Out This Package Free DVDs For The Holidays So yeah, its holiday season - and I hate all that bullshit, especially the music playing in stores and window displays and good cheer from strangers. Fuck that! I'll tell you what I want...To Get Gifts For Myself Without Leaving The House! And I found a way for us all to do that... My friends are giving away 3 DickShow DVDs when you join their website at a deep discount. It's a win-win situation. The value of the DVDs alone makes this worthwhile...but they also give you access to their website for 3 Months! That will keep you happy well into the new year! Click here for details on getting your Stocking Stuffed! |
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| DRINK & DRUGS - 12.01.06 Coke Is Shit So you're waiting in line for the pisser at some chic club in the Meatpacking District, a DFA remix of some new LCD Soundsystem song is pounding over the PA, and some sharp-dressed Wall Street type straight from the pages of some Bret Easton Ellis novel with wide eyes the color of a blood-splattered machete is talking at you a mile a minute about some of his Bolivian marching powder you just gotta try. Such a glamorous life you lead! Perhaps this isn't the best time to mention this documentary shot in Columbia about how cocaine is produced -- a "fascinating and horrifying" short film that "could be the best anti-drug video ever," as our friends at CityRag put it. But it's time to stop wondering if it's baby laxatives that your dealer cuts his stuff with and time to start worrying about the basic ingredients used to manufacture cocaine: Cement? Caustic soda? Ammonia? Calcium oxide? Sulfuric acid? "Recycled" gasoline?! Somehow I get the feeling I'll still be thinking about this the next time I jam a rolled-up Benjamin up my nose. |
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| STAYING ALIVE - 12.01.06 More Than A Feeling The OhMiBod vibrator that hooks up to your iPod so it can pulsate and pleasure your insides along to the beat of your favorite tunes has been out for a few months now. But with Christmas fast approaching, what could be a better time to put it at the top of your wish list or buy a bunch for a bunch of your friends -- girls, guys, pandas, whatever. Just please, whatever you do, don't give them something totally lame like a copy of Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy to provide the music. It's a great name for an album, but nobody should ever have to experience having a dildo throbbing along to Elton John shoved up their ass. |
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| PORN - 12.01.06 It Don't Matter If You're Black And White I don't know which of these stories is weirder. First, I read that veterinarians at a zoo in Chiang Mai, Thailand, are using panda porn (yup, raunchy flicks that show horny pandas getting down and dirty . . . and bringing new meaning to the term "furry porn") to teach their bears how to mate. Apparently pandas born in captivity don't always instinctively know how to fuck, but the sights and sounds of panda porn on DVD gets them all riled up and ready to help replenish the world's dwindling panda population. "It's the sounds of breeding that stimulate them," pants Zhang Zhihe, an expert on the fucking habits of bears. "Pandas are just like human beings. They understand everything." Here's the other weird story. It seems that workers at that same Thai zoo ain't satisfied with just making bear snuff flicks, so they recently started selling their panda's shit. "When the keepers . . . got tired of disposing the 55 pounds of feces daily produced by the duo, they came up with the idea of turning it all into notebooks, fans, bookmarks and key chains," explains a story on the bizarre practice. "The multicolored paper products have proved hot selling-items at the zoo, with 300,000 baht (that's about 8,000 American bones) earned to date." Not a bad little pile of loot for selling bear shit, but I gotta believe there's way more money to be made in panda porn. |
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| CITY LIVING - 12.01.06 The Real Beijing Olympics Not to stereotype at all, but it's a proven fact that South Korea is very high on the list of countries with cultures that properly appreciate the art of drinking oneself into a sloppy stupor. All alcohol-friendly countries can lay claim to at least one hard liquor that they are historically associated with -- Mexico has tequila, Japan has sake, Russia is known for its vodka, France helped popularize asbsinthe, Scotland makes some damn fine Scotch. But when it comes to gloriously vile and potently bitter booze, few drinks can match soju, the national beverage of South Korea. Although the common rumor that soju contains embalming fluid is not true, it's an understandable misconception. "[Soju] tastes like what I imagine unprocessed window cleaner would taste like if mixed with industrial solvent," one writer explains in an article about Korean drinking culture. "The trick is to drink a shot or two really fast and then you stop tasting it." Soju usually contains between 25% and 45% alcohol, and it's so cheap and prevalent in South Korea that about three billion bottles are consumed there each year. Obviously it's a little harder to find here in NYC, but Temple Korean Cuisine on St. Mark's and Li Hua on Grand Street are highly recommended places to indulge. |
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| DRINK & DRUGS - 12.01.06 Day-Tripping Outside NYC By the Ticket, Take the Ride Everyone knows that Dr. Timothy Leary helped introduce LSD to the world back in the '60s, first through some somewhat legit scientific research as a psychologist at Harvard and later by tripping with some of the most influential counterculture figures of the times. His famous slogan -- "Tune In, Turn On, Drop Out" -- became a mantra for millions of Americans looking to liberate their minds from the conservative values that then dominated American society. What many people forget is that after getting fired by Harvard for his controversial research methods (he usually dropped acid along with his subjects), Leary moved his operation to a sprawling four-thousand-acre estate in Millbrook, a quiet town in upstate New York. Leary and his disciples transformed the property's 64-room mansion into the cosmic center of psychedelic research -- a freakish safe house to explore the extreme outer limits of LSD (taking big sips of liquid LSD and tripping for weeks straight was a popular hobby at a time). Inside Millbrook, Leary turned on everyone from poet Allen Ginsberg and jazz great Thelonious Monk to countless numbers of respected scholars, jet-setting models and Hollywood actors. Ken Kesey and his band of Merry Pranksters journeyed all the way from San Francisco in their day-glo Furthur bus to visit Millbrook for a meeting of the minds (a trip famously documented in Tom Wolfe's The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test). Sure enough, Millbrook soon became a destination for deranged drug fiends and aimless drifters; the house became the bane of its neighbors' lives and the target of numerous police raids. After several arrests, Leary and his followers moved out in 1968. A recent call to the Millbrook public library confirmed that the estate still stands, but the librarian I talked to warned me that visitors to the private residence are anything but welcome. Then again, when's the last time I let a librarian dictate the physical boundaries of an acid trip? |
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| STAYING ALIVE - 12.01.06 Rather Ripped Off Our Van Could Fund Your Life! Looking to tap into a new criminal activity that's sure to earn you quick loot, lots of enemies and maybe even a collection of vintage Fender guitars? Thieving musical equipment from bands on tour is hardly a new phenomenon, but it's recently become a trend so common in NYC and elsewhere that some robbers may actually see it as an art form in and of itself. If it is an art form, it's an easy one to master. Indie bands on the road are usually sitting ducks for thieves -- they travel around in a shitty vans full of expensive equipment, they usually get paid in cash, they rarely can afford secure parking and they have been known to frequently get mighty fucking drunk on the job. The theft of New York rockers Sonic Youth's Ryder truck full of tons of rare equipment like custom-modified guitars and vintage amps outside a Ramada Inn in California back on the fourth of July in 1999 could be seen as a watershed event in the modern era of gear theft. Since then, bands like Mahogany, the Decemberists, Burnside Project, Black Mountain, the Raveonettes, Brian Jonestown Massacre, Matt Pond and countless others have recently become victims, and frequently the heists go down in NYC. J Mascis lost his prized collection of rare Fender Jazzmasters when Dinosaur Jr.'s trailer got swiped outside of a motel in Long Island City back in August. And just last month Brooklyn's own freak-folkers Grizzly Bear got ripped off for more than $30,000 in goods -- guitars, flutes, drums, bags full of effects pedals, cash, even their passports -- while on tour in Europe. For their sake, I sure fucking hope they had insurance. |
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| CITY LIVING - 12.01.06 How Broke Are You?! Calling All Male Sluts It's like Jackass with gay sex and a $500 cash prize!! Here is what you need to know: RockIt Boys - DJ Adam & James Coppola Present DIRTY BOY!!!!! Tuesdays - China One - 50 Avenue B @ E4 St Open Bar From 11 to 12 Drink Specials All Night To Keep You LUBED UP! 2 SWEATY Rooms of Music: DJ ADAM rocks your cocks out DJ SIDEWALK makes your twinks wink XXX Go-Go Sluts - Getting Naked and Keeping The Room HOT Get On The List |
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