In Memorium: Popeyes founder Al Copeland The consumption of a good piece of Popeyes fried chicken requires a certain degree of caution. And like a fine wine sniffed and rolled, there are rules: the lips should delicately trace the layers of skin as the batter is cautiously crunched. Move too fast, and the thick aroma […]
John Cale has had too many lives to count, but none of them seem quite the one he wanted. For decades he’s seesawed between the accessible and the avant-garde, furiously searching for an intangible sound just out of reach. Of course, he’s found quite a few things along the way. He produced seminal recordings by […]
DC belongs to all of us, but for four years, it felt like it was mine and mine alone. Needless to say, this is a story of immense white privilege. In 2000, at just a tic over 18 years old, I moved into George Washington University’s Thurston Hall, a mega-Dorm for freshmen. That put me […]
If New York’s cultural titans ever held a highbrow rumble royale, MoMA, the Whitney, Guggenheim, and Brooklyn Museum would each make strong contenders for heavyweight ruler of international art. But Carmen Hermo wouldn’t be able to play favorites. Possessing one of New York’s most discerning eyes, the up-and-coming curator has had a finger in each […]
For a living legend, Peter Hook sure knows how to keep cool. A founding member of mythical post-punk progenitors Joy Division, Hook went on to spend two-and-a-half decades playing to sold-out stadiums as a member of New Order. Between that and the legendary excesses of mid-’80s Manchester, it’s wonder he’s still standing. He lived through […]
My father became a high-school librarian the year I was born. Each birthday brought a tick to his tenure, another 12 months of his rule over rubber stamps and drawers of confiscated pornography (the library was where, at nine years old, I first saw “real” breasts). I remember visiting the tall brown stacks in his […]
I was on a ventilator once, so close to dying that they actually called a chaplain in (it’s been 10 years but you can still see the cleft in my throat from my tracheostomy). The doctors told my family to rush back to the hospital, that this really could be it. I, meanwhile, floated in […]
Writhing in bed, I snort as my chest convulses, snot dripping on the sheets. This is the flu that Michael Moore gave me. No mixed metaphor here, the man fielded questions and criticisms and managed to maintain his, sharp dry wit, all while coughing on this lowly reporter. His politics are like a disease (this […]
It’s 6 a.m., way past bedtime. He’d like to lie down, but instead Bill Maher pours over another page of scathing commentary. As long as Americans are idiots, Maher will have plenty of work to do, at least that’s the way he sees it. His days of ticking away the hours with celebrities and big-name […]
In today’s virtue roulette at the outrage emporium, we on the left are engaged in the inane act of cherry picking lines from comedian Dave Chappelle’s new special, The Closer, to support the argument that, when it comes to comedy and critique, vulnerable groups ought to be immune. In the special, Chappelle levels brutal attacks […]
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