Thursday, February 25, 2010

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Please Pardon This Interruption:

I'll be back in a week, but make sure you visit: for Jon Dugan's show the Big Surprise. I'll be on it Thursday night at 6pm if you want to hear more about the picture above and the project I'm working on with Naqeeb.


Saturday, February 20, 2010

Weekend Reading List

Pick-up these articles of rad so you could have a sick weekend--I know I will.

1. Addressse Unknown- Author Unknown

2. Forgotten Grin- Marissa Paternoster -

3. Carne Asada-Naqeeb Stevens/ John Sullivan -

P.S. We're going to be on Hear New Brunswick this Thursday, so if you're interested in everything that's cool, please give it a listen, we'll make you laugh--I swear.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Mixtape: "+2" by Naqeeb Stevens

1. "Swim" - Surfer Blood
2. "Red Ford Radio" - U.S. Girls
3. "For Ex-Lovers Only" - Black Tambourine
4. "Exhibit C" - Jay Electronica
5. "Save Da Trap" - Yo Gotti
6. "Lifted" - Lemonade
7. '81 - Joanna Newsome
8. "Metal On Your Skin" - Emily Reo
9. "Teenage Whore" - Dinosaur Feathers
10. "Janko" - Currency

Download "+2" Here:
or visit Naqeeb's Tumblr:

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Torvald's Younger Brother Steven

"Why are we smiling like this?"

"I don't know, why?"

"Because I could think of ten other things to do--don't touch me"

"I'm not, he told us to to pose this way."

"Well I didn't forget, so don't touch me."

"Forget what--Oh, that."


"I'm sorry."

"Just smile."

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Guest Blog-Alan Cano

She always came to see me. Each time she arrived she complained about how I never make the trek to see her. It was pretty unfair but she was right. One weekend I said "fuck it" and told her I would go where ever she wanted me to go. She had a beach house in Margate. I havent been that far down the shore in 11 years. I owed it to her out of guilt and because it would result in sex.

The houses floated in a bay. Probably the coolest house I've ever been in. Pigeons were replaced with seagulls and grass extended out where cement would be. It was pretty cold that day considering it was spring. I have never been in a house like that. I didn't even know they had houses like that. You have to take your time when youre in that house. When you move it moves. if you drop something when you're outside, it's gone.

It didn't have a basement, but the roof made up for it. The patio chairs weren't set up that day, but you could put a towel down and just lay on it. I didn't. I don't need anymore color, but you could if you wanted to. I brought my camera. I didn't know anything about taking photos at that time, so I just pointed and shot. Had I known then what I know now, I'm pretty sure I would have made multiple masterpieces, my portfolio would have been sick and I could have had an awesome show in the New Museum. Maybe that's wishful thinking, but you can do an entire series of photos standing on that roof. It was magical.

I'll never go back there. I can't. She left me half-way through the summer, and rightfully so. She would come up to me all the time, and I never made the time to go down to where she was. Our relationship wasn't the longest one, but I'll always remember that weekend I went down to her floating home and hung out with her on the roof.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

It's In Fact Quite The Opposite

With air quotes raised high into the sky, he mentioned that he was known to be a bit of a partier.

Monday, February 15, 2010

In-Studio Recording-Women

Absolutely one of my favorite bands from '09. Here is a live session and free download courtesy of CBC Radio 3. Enjoy.

Sunday, February 14, 2010



P.S. Go pick up a copy of Butter Loverz Magazine Issue 2.

It's super rad and super cheap. Click the link on how to get your hands on an issue:

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Le Turd

Smile. You're a complete fraud and everyone knows it. I've heard you speaking Spanish to the busboys and the girls at the register--you don't fool me.

You're not toned enough, you're not poor enough. Give up the ghost.


It's snowing outside. Let's build a snowman together.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010


It may be true that we share this life, but I never expected to share each other's nightmares too. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I'd pass my fears of failure to you while you were asleep. I wonder if it was the way we slept? Perhaps our brains were too close to one another, perhaps we were too involved with one another to realize that we were not entirely fit to be adults. We were playing house--acting as if we were fit to play the role of a grown-up; throwing keys, and spending money on things we couldn't afford.

There was some sort of fabric that kept us together, but I can't exactly call it love, maybe it's called dependency. It held long enough for us to realize that just because our bodies were designed for each other, perhaps our minds were not the ones fit for living this kind of life.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Bunny Ears

You've got quite set on you. Everyone knows this, everyone wants specifically this from you. I don't. I'd rather talk about the weather or how to get rid of stains or spots.

And no I've never imagined spending a life with you. I couldn't imagine disappearing with you either. That's a dull life anyway. I want to dress up and dance. I would rather this than anything else.

Pick five of your favorite records, I'll pick my own. I have a few in mind. I won't tell you them now.

And when we decide which gets played first, your's or mine, I want to forget everyone else and lose my shit with you.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Be Still Cody

This is really a day's game. It's like growing a beard. You have to take it one day at a time, otherwise you'll start thinking too far ahead and planning your beard's future. After a few days of this kind of thinking, you'll end up cutting it off. Then you'll regret it everyday afterward.

Take it as it comes.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Laura Loves Rocky

The girl across from me is eating from a bag of sunflower seeds. The way she eats them creates this rhythm: the sound of her hand entering the plastic bag; then the sound her lips make as she separates the shell from the nut. There's also the occasional crack from when her teeth break apart the shell, and of course, the sound her larynx makes as she swallows it.

It all sounds long and laborious, but it happens very quick and very succinctly, as if she were a symphony.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


When we went to the zoo I didn't expect him to try and kiss me. I certainly didn't expect him to take his dick out either. I asked him about his moustache in front of the sea lion tank. We talked a bit about experimental facial hair and how it looks good on boys, then he did it.
He asked me to show him what was beneath my Levi's. I did and as soon as I pulled it out, his tongue was in my mouth. I guess this was a first date.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Golden Slumbers

There is something lifeless about his eyes. I know they aren't open, but when they were they gave the impression that he was never actually present. How could he be? He just sits all day, in that same spot, watching the same television; wasting away. He does this everyday for hours on end.

I like to think that while he is physically wasting away in that leather coffin of his, he's really doing complicated mathematics, or mentally figuring out his taxes. I hope he's doing my taxes because I have no idea how to.