In case your morning began with this shudder-inducing  video of a rat crawling on a sleeping man in the subway like mine did, you better do something awesome tonight to justify living here to yourself once again. Fortunately, Super Furry Animals frontman/awesome documentary maker Gruff Rhys (pronounced Griff Rees) and

I am unfortunately not in NYC right now for the shit ton of snow and to punch people who use the word “snowpocalypse,”  but agree that it looks like father winter was super drunk and got carried away with the whole weather thing. I know for a while I’d be

Like most cool things in NYC, The Stone is hard to find. Not because it’s the next super swanky “knock three times and wink suggestively while purring like a cat” to get in hot spot (do those really exist, by the way? I haven’t been invited yet…), but because the

I mostly go to the Time Warner Center because it’s fancy. Not fancy in a “Oh gawd I wish I knew how to match my clothes” but more fancy than most public spaces in NYC in that it’s extremely clean, there are often free hors d’oeuvres thanks to samples at

St. Nick’s is one of the true gems you’ll find in Harlem and one of the best underground places in NY (possibly the world) to see live jazz.  It takes jazz back to where it came from, small dingy dive bars with real drinkers and working class people, not the

Summer officially starts in less than a week, but there are signs of it all around the city. You will hear an ice cream truck once every 37.6 seconds, shorts are getting shorter and awesome free concerts are popping up in giant open areas like the South Street Seaport, Central

What do Drake, Hanson and Ninjasonik have in common? If you guessed a song called ‘œSomebody’s Gonna Get Pregnant,’ well, you’re only sort of wrong. But the three acts are appearing together at the Seaport tonight at 6pm as part of the Sounds like Paper Summer Concert Series. For FREE.

I like nothing more than a good cause.  Ask my mama, I came out of the womb preaching ‘œpeace, love, and recycling.’  I like nothing more – except maybe a balmy spring night traipsing around the Lower East Side’ after drinking a few bottles of beer’ while listening to some