This is Not the Trader Joe’s on 14th Street, But Use Your Imagination
Three things changed my life in 2006, as follows
1. Getting a full time job with benefits and paid vacations. Yowsa!
2. Writing a Pop Culture Blog that rocks. Woo Hoo!
3. Trader Joe’s Market opening on 14th Street here in NYC, where I live. Thank You, Jesus!
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Kinder Bueno, The Candy of the Gods
Do you enjoy tasty snacks? I sure do. I am actually not much of a candy eater, but one of the Directors in the London office of the Investment Bank I work for as a day gig recently introduced me to this amazing candy called Kinder Bueno. And let me tell you, that shit rocks.
As simple, delicious perfection defined, Kinder Bueno is basically milk chocolate-covered hazelnut cream on a crispy wafer. If you are not lucky enough to have friends or co-workers in England who will bring Kinder Bueno to you, then you can probably find it on the Internet somewhere. Believe me, it will be worth the effort required to track it down.
Sting’s drummer Vinnie Colaiuta is on the cover of the March 2007 Modern Drummer, and my hot update with Dave Buckner of Papa Roach is inside. Read the full issue online at This Link!
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Nothing says, “I Love The Seventies!” quite like this photo of Vincent Gallo, which was sent to me this morning by some dude I know, whom I believe secretly wishes to be Vincent Gallo. Which reminds me, I finally saw The Brown Bunny last summer and it’s definitely worth adding to your Netflix queue, not only for its great Gordon-Lightfoot-song-including soundtrack, but also for the chance to see Vincent Gallo’s junk, which is quite impressive.
Back in March of last year, my friend and fellow rock journalist, Nicole, phoned me up to read me an ad she’d just seen somewhere on line. “You’ll never believe this,” she says to me – which is what she always says when she’s about to hip me to something that’s totally ridiculous. “Rolling Stone is looking for writers just out of college to intern at the magazine for some stupid Reality TV Show!
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