December 5, 2012 @ Journalism
Watching Stefan Burnett (AKA Ride, the MC for Death Grips) on stage is like watching a poet, but not the Def Poetry kind of slam poet who yells incoherent rhymes about how much he loves weed. I’m talking about the real kind of poet — the intellectual poet who
I was a totally rapeable child, if I do say so myself.
I don’t know where this fascination with pedophiles came from. I was never raped, if that’s what you’re thinking. Or not that I remember, anyway. Although, once, when I was 8, our neighbor—a 14-year-old
January 7, 2010 @ Journalism
One of SPIN magazine’s 30 biggest concerts of 2009 was the Mayhem Festival, which I wrote about.
So if you click here your penis will grow like 5 inches. If you’re a girl, I suggest you don’t click on the
January 4, 2010 @ Journalism
Run, Josh, run
An SN&R writer races from his addicted past
By Josh Fernandez
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This article was published on 11.27.08.
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The California International Marathon happens on Sunday,
November 30, 2009 @ Journalism
As I and associate arts editors Edward Dunn, Josh Fernandez and Emily Page gather and sort and evaluate the musical material with which we hope you’ll tune up your life each week, wading through the mire of MySpace and the piles of press kits, it becomes increasingly
November 16, 2009 @ Interviews
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Since he was a kid, Joe Grand has been a well-known hacker and electrical engineer. Now, the CEO of Grand Idea Studio can add TV-show host to his impressive
October 15, 2009 @ Journalism
For a long time, Metallica drummer Lars Ulrich lived above a San Francisco dance club called Popscene. According to locals, he’d go downstairs some nights just to hang out and mingle with the schmoes. So one time after work I went there with the sole intention of meeting
September 11, 2009 @ Journalism
The first time I saw a white dude with cornrows I almost choked to death on my own laughter. The year was 1991. George H.W. Bush declared the end of the Gulf War; everybody celebrated in their baggy Cross Colours. While the 80s shrugged hip-hop off as a passing