Awhile ago I was approached by the band Dubious Ranger.  They wanted to know if I was interested in having my own theme song.  For the past few years I’ve considered Richie Cunning’s song One Dollar Wonder as my theme song, but the truth is he didn’t write it for

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart remember a kinder, gentler, funkier time when there was an entire network devoted to playing awesome new music videos. Men named Pinfield and women named Idalis would introduce block after block of original music videos from various genres interspersed with interviews with musicians and video

Do you feel a void in your life left from both the cancellation of MTV’s Celebrity Death Match and your no longer taking literature classes? Then get your fix of words and fighting in one night with Opium Magazine’s Literary Death Match. The series has four up and coming writers

For the past two days since I discovered Letters of Note, I have been glued to the computer, pausing only to eat, sleep, earn my meager pittance as a freelancer and email snippets of these amazing letters to loved ones. The site is curated by a freelance writer who scours

Head down to the LES tonight for PS122’s annual holiday bash, and this could be you!  With DJs Joro Boro and Andrew Andrew and Lost Acts of Crime or Emergency.  Get wild and fancy alongside season artists, performance-lovers, dance-freaks, gypsies, supporters, friends with benefits and passport holders, the PS122 board,

Ah the public service announcement, brief snippets of absurdity, bad acting, and finger wagging, that has been entertaining America and myself for decades. Being a child of the eighties, certain shows and commercial jingles will always stay embedded in my brain taking up viable space for much more useful information,

I don’t have anything good for you today.  I’m a total wreck.  Friday night was my birthday party.  People gave me too much whiskey.  I puked.  Then I got up Saturday morning, still drunk, put on a Santa suit and drank for 12 hours. I’m too old for this shit.

As much as I love Christmas sometimes I find it hard to get into the spirit of things. The idea of holiday shopping can be soul crushing, Rockefeller center is like a cage match between tourists and my sense of personal space, and the only tree that will fit inside