Snow Day!!!!

I live in Brooklyn, so when nature comes my way, I milk it as much as possible. I took a walk to Prospect Park where there was not only tons of sledding going on, but more snowmen per square foot than I have ever seen in my life, and some of the largest I have encountered, as well. People were building tunnels and forts. I am not sure who was having more fun, the kids or their parents. I went to my favorite secluded spot and was graced with the presence of many beautiful birds. It was a lovely day. I am now back home, nice and cozy, and getting ready for some hot noodle soup! Life is good.

All about Otis Regrets : Tosso Hettinger

Brooklyn based composer, guitarist, multi-instrumentalist TOSSO HETTINGER was born in Augsburg, Germany. Since the mid-nineties he has been performing, writing and recording music with some of NYC's best jazz, funk and underground musicians.
Hettinger performs regularly with the Cuban band Grupo Irék and the singer and percussionist from his band are also featured on the soundtrack for Otis N' Dwayne. He formed Otis Regrets when he began recording the music for Otis N' Dwayne with his wife, Anne Bernstein.
Otis Regrets: Music for Otis N' Dwayne is Hettinger's second film project- he recorded several songs on the upcoming feature Mango Tango. Below is footage from a recent performance with his band, Grupo Irék.

Badass Brooklyn : Part II

I passed by this the other day. So simple. So obvious. So friggin funny!

Happy Valentine's Day, Motherf*ckers!

it's always good to have options

Badass Brooklyn

Snowday!!! Thick wet snow everywhere. Tree limbs tired and sagging under the weight of it. Barely any cars. It was the perfect snowman snow. I took the first picture in Carroll Gardens and the second one is from Mike Spears. He takes great pictures. Check out his blogggg.

songs for the captain

The Captain sure is a special guy. He is quite manly, has a great moustache and his friends love him a lot. So I thought, let's dig up some songs for him. Perhaps these weren't all written for The Captain specifically...



This Styx classic is surely one of your favorite sing alongs. Plus, it offers a great opportunity to show off your air drum skills. The energy level rises, the tension mounts... "come sail away, come sail away, come sale away with me..."



Of course, we have to include The Captain and Tennille in this collection. "Do that to me one more time..." 'nuff said.



Before you head off into the sunset, let me share one more thing. In case you haven't seen it yet, here is a video by yours truly of "Love Song for Captain" which was written for and inspired by The Captain.

oh yea, baby - footsteps in the dark

Mmmmm! Mmmmm! So sexy for you. The music starts mellow, slow, with a groove divine... Nooo, too sexy. Like the person who uploaded this love masterpiece on to youtube said, "Does anyone have peanut butter? because this is the JAM!"

dirty, trashy, nasty...

Here is a preview of what the folks at Cult Reviews have to say about us... "While the filmmakers of this new extravagant trashfest are undoubtedly fine people with a healthy imagination, a film sounding this bonkers just begs for our attention." Check out their website and read the full article here: Cult Reviews

Swiss Magic: Part II

Here is a great little short about two alphorn blowers. It is quite charming. If you have never seen an alphorn or even if you have experienced their magic before, you should check this out.

5 songs to get your juices flowing for V day...

In no particular order, here are 5 songs to make party in pants or out of pants...

No one makes sexy time as sexy as Marvin Gaye. The title says it all: Let's Get in On.



One part Carly Simon, one part James Bond, two parts sexy. The Spy Who Loved Me is hot hot hot and here you can watch the opening credits filled with naked lady silhouettes and guns.



When's the last time you had a good, tongue filled make out session, hands all over the place? Can't remember? Well there is a good chance Mr. Al Green helped to guide you.



Now, even though he is prone to unbuttoning his shirts one button to many and TMI about his sex life with his wife, Sting remains in possession of one of the sexiest voices, for my money, at least. This version has Spanish subtitles - now that's sexy!




I really don't know to explain the next one, but it gives me goosebumps. I can imagine it blasting at some dank basement party, beer and booze smell in the air, stale cigarettes - having to scream really loud in each others' ears just to be heard...

rants from Anne's pants -or- seeking inspiration: Part II

WTF - could our souls be more dead? Selling ourselves to foreign investors in some television induced stupor. Obsessing over surgically perfected superstars - the ultimate sales reps - as we get fatter and fatter. How could this happen? We seem to care less and less. WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!!! The message is loud and clear yet so easy to ignore. We consume at a mad pace and can't get enough. Think this doesn't apply to you? You may be "better" than your neighbor and what you call "most people" but chances are you still live in the same pit as "most people" do. Without a radical approach, getting off the grid, growing most if not all of your own food supply, it is simply not possible to not be wasteful. And frankly, most people are trapped in their current economic situation and can't afford to get off the grid. So we have all entered into a contract where we agree to just deal with the fact that waste is inevitable - inefficiency is tolerated if not encouraged, and convenience is king. We are masters at justifying every frivolous purchase we make. This is a slippery slope, my friends.

Well fuck that. I don't want to sound righteous. I am as fucked as the next guy. I'm just looking for a way out, or at least a light at the end of the tunnel. I think what we need, specifically in the arts, is a little more "FUCK YOU" and a little less "please, Sir, can I have another?" I want to wake up. I hope I can. Without a rich culture, I fear we don't stand a chance - and for some inexplicable reason, the arts are grossly underfunded in this country. Artists are forced to sell out in order to pay their mortgages and buy all kinds of shit.... Or just to eat. The result is very commercial, dollar driven art. Arguably, some of that shit is great and I gobble it up with the rest of the hungry masses. And if that is what people want, it would be silly to give them something else, right?

Well drag me down Debbie! Somebody help me! Desperately seeking some good fucking shit to feed to my soul. I am not an artist. But I am an art lover, an art maker, an art nurturer. So to those of you who are really fucking talented, I call on you to create some ballsy shit and I will be here, cheering you on, drinking the spicy nectar you create. I need it. We all need it.

Let's Go Get Stoned...

I can't believe I almost passed this by - I was trying to find a video of Ray Charles doing "Let's Go Get Stoned" and I was having no luck. But then I struck afternoon gold: Joe Cocker doing an insane bang up fucking amazing job at Woodstock in 1969. The setting is amazing. The mood, sublime. At one point, Joe breaks out into a mean air guitar, which a moments mutates into air drumming. Talk about practice what you preach. Amen and hallelujah.