They ate their meals together. He cooked the food—pizza bagels and pasta Bolognese. She put the dirty plates in the dishwasher. They smoked together. He copped them weed. She rolled the joints. They were a good pair.Read More
Andy: You have been doing standup comedy for five years. What advice can you give to aspiring standup comics?
Franqi: Quit now. Naw, I’m kidding. Get good. Don’t worry about what you are, what you’re not getting.
Get funny, get good.Read More
"I hate this place. Can't believe I might actually die here."
"Don't say that."
"It's true, isn't it? I could die here. I haven't been home in months. As far as I know, this is pretty much my home. My coffin. My burial grounds. My cemetery. Maybe I’m being overdramatic. But I can’t help how I feel right now."Read More
Dear a virginia blog,
I've got my first show of the tour tonight and I have mixed feelings.
I honestly don't know how I'm going to make it through this tour.
I've had it planned since last year, after I had a bad break up with my sugar momma.Read More
Monday morning chat
Andy: You know some writers
don’t get famous until 40.
Mom: Get money, not fame.Read More
The musicians strummed the shit out of their lead and bass guitars, and pounded the drums with velocity, the melodies and grooves twisting and turning in the well-lighted room.Read More
Burak: If you’re not tech savvy or invested in tech, you’re fucked.Read More
Velvet Lounge’s energy could be felt from the top to the bottom floor, and from the edges of U Street to every alleyway and nook and cranny in NW DC.Read More
Dope comics, dope venue, and dope audience.Read More
Last night, four bands controlled the mood in Reston, VA, changing it from mellow to a nostalgic ambiance that could very well be one of the best house shows to date in the cannon of Northern VA’s house shows. Drinks flowed, juul’s were hit, and people danced their asses off to some of the best sounds that permeate the east coast. NOVA indie music is here to stay.Read More
Kasparov is the greatest player of all time, at least on paper. He is in many ways a relic of the Soviet era and he sees Putin's Russia as a mere continuation of that regime with the "trappings of democracy." Armenia, his home country, was a Soviet state, so Kasparov earned his world championship title under a regime he hated.Read More
At Maddy’s, Maher killed it.
Don’t worry, no one got hurt (well maybe some feelings here and there, but it was all in good fun).
Also, it sounds unpleasant to have these “girls asking you about the WiFI” password; if, I were you I would turn off the power in your house, so that these girls can’t show you their timeline and pictures of their friendimies
The hook catches your ear like a stud or a gauge piercing into your lobe. Wile’s production is flawless and poignant as a painting at the Louvre, it will take you on another journey, one that is bright and magnificent, its sonic, vast landscape is spellbinding.Read More
Please don't sub in Drake for Trudeau, because I listen to Jay-Z's 4:44.
He didn’t know if this was the end. What constituted as the beginning? His birth? The moment, he figured out she was dead, Arthur felt as though his soul had restarted to the genesis of the timeline. A like. A status-update. An emoji. A Meme. A single text.Read More
Last night, in Fairfax VA, at Epicure Café, IAMI—the second act of the night—rewrote the history of Hip Hop. With strength and unity, this group, squad, family, these four artists—Habeeb, Logos/Marquis, Robalu-Gibsun, and Torian Ugworji rocked their hearts, souls, and minds out in front of an attentive and warm audience.
The groove is back.
Last night, Tobin was Michael Jackson reincarnated, as Aidan and Cody crooned into their mics as well; their cadence was on point and full of harmony—so fresh and so clean went their vocals. This night at Jammin Java became one to remember, and you’ve missed out if you weren’t there for this up and coming funk band.