Is this it again?

To the untrained eye, it would appear that Fabrizio Moretti is vegging out happily, watching VH1 Classic in the comfy East Village storefront office of Wiz Kid Management. But the 23-year-old is actually haunted by a dark insecurity. He's reaching out for approval, acceptance, some kind of relief. Finally, he can hold it in no longer, and with the gravest of expressions, he asks, "Do you like these pants?" I carefully examine the dark-blue jeans stretched over his skinny legs. He braces himself. "Are they new?" I ask. "Yeah," he answers. "They're new."

Tear Down the Internet!

Last week, I found myself in a debate about downloading music, a debate I seem to have more and more. But this conversation was different from the usual "Is this stealing, or is this not stealing?" argument. Our dialogue had nothing to do with the ethics or legality of getting free music off the Internet. What we were discussing was why people like downloading music so much and what it means for the future of rock'n'roll.
Last week, I found myself in a debate about downloading music, a debate I seem to have more and more. But this conversation was different from the usual "Is this stealing, or is this not stealing?" argument. Our dialogue had nothing to do with the ethics or legality of getting free music off the Internet. What we were discussing was why people like downloading music so much and what it means for the future of rock'n'roll.

Faith No More

Eliza Dushku is Hollywood's secret superhero. Though the characters for which she's most often recognized don't wear capes, spandex, or utility belts, they all have a certain flair for arriving in the nick of time. And like most costumed crusaders, their alter egos rarely get credit for saving the day. As Dushku says of her latest role, a woman with the ability to relive entire days of her life,"She's carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and can't look like she's carrying it on her face."
Eliza Dushku is Hollywood's secret superhero. Though the characters for which she's most often recognized don't wear capes, spandex, or utility belts, they all have a certain flair for arriving in the nick of time. And like most costumed crusaders, their alter egos rarely get credit for saving the day. As Dushku says of her latest role, a woman with the ability to relive entire days of her life,"She's carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and can't look like she's carrying it on her face."

Citizen Dave

San Francisco, land of a thousand views. The Golden Gate Bridge from Baker Beach: burnt sienna slicing cerulean sky. Chinatown from Russian Hill: a giddy bazaar overflowing tiered streets. And, of course, Dave Matthews from Lombard Street: pale and slouching. "Oh, my God," gasps one viewer. "Dave!"
San Francisco, land of a thousand views. The Golden Gate Bridge from Baker Beach: burnt sienna slicing cerulean sky. Chinatown from Russian Hill: a giddy bazaar overflowing tiered streets. And, of course, Dave Matthews from Lombard Street: pale and slouching. "Oh, my God," gasps one viewer. "Dave!"

Noise Live: Liz Phair

Bowery Ballroom
New York City / August 9, 2003

The Bronx, 'The Bronx' (White Drugs/Ferret)

The Bronx aren’t from New York, and even though their debut full-length is distributed by metal-core label Ferret, they’re not the next Ozzfest buzz band, either. They are, however, a fine young maximum-punk outfit who, like Hot Snakes, get their ecstatic tempos from garage rock and their noisy edge from hardcore.

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