"Showdown in Chinatown"

My, my, my. I do love to watch a game of pick-up soccer, especially when the pros are playing. And ladies, if you want to pick up some men, organize a celebrity soccer match. It will be the Field of Schemes: If you build it, they will come.


Raja Bell

Yellow Capitan: Steve Nash
(I can't believe I talked to him about his booty. Lookin' Good, Nashty).



Kidding around with Thierry Henry


Henry is the best doctor around--or should I say "medecin?"

Nice outfit, Baron


Going for it


See ladies, I told you.

My First Star Sighting

Steve Nash and I don’t have much in common. The height disparity between my Filipino self and the Canadian is huge, for one. In checkered Vans, the stylish baller stands at 6-3 while I barely graze the 5-foot mark. Secondly, he’s a 4-time all-star and one of the greatest point guards to ever two-step down the court, and I can’t even win a game of HORSE. Still, there is one thing we both share and that’s our love for cold beers on a summer afternoon. Nash and his posse, which included footballer (“soccer” in American) Robbie Fowler, striker for Cardiff City, and Steve McManaman, ex-winger for Liverpool, were toasting tour bus passengers riding by at Phebe’s, an East Village pub. (Little old me sat directly behind them, trying not to hyperventilate).
Nash, who summers in New York with his wife and twin daughters, is entertaining fellow athletes participating in “Showdown in Chinatown,” an 8-on-8 football match benefiting Nash’s and Claudia Reyna’s respective charities. Reyna plays midfield for the Red Bulls. NBA stars Raja Bell, Leandro Barbosa, Jason Kidd, and Baron Davis are expected to try their hand (oops—I mean foot) at dribbling a checkered ball for once. Maybe France’s Thierry Henry can show them a thing or two.
Kickoff is at 5:30 pm, tomorrow, at Sara D. Roosevelt Park. Admission is free. An auction will be held during the after party at Replay in SoHo.

NOTE: This was written yesterday. Stay tuned for current news on Nashty and crew. Pics to follow.

Eavesdropping on Girl Talk

What do Cheap Trick, Lil Wayne, and Earth, Wind, and Fire have in common? What about Radiohead, Tag Team, En Vogue? Ace of Base, Yeal Naim, Jay-Z?

All of these artists take part in Girl Talk's pop music pastiches. In his new album, Feed the Animals (thanks Amber!), the DJ parachutes in artists from across the soundboard--old/new school hip-hop, 80's hair rock, and cocoa butter soul classics--to produce tracks that make you want to shake it. I dare you to stand still while listening to Busta Rhymes flowing over the Police's Every Little Thing...

Girl Talk is a meticulous tailor who seamlessly stitches together anything he can get his hands on. Beginning with Play Your Part (Pt. 1) and ending with its counterpart (Pt. 2), the fourteen tracks listens like one long playlist that will have you pop locking your shit until closing time.




Rolling Stone's review of Feed the Animals: http://www.rollingstone.com/reviews/album/21457036/review/21463543/feed_the_animals?utm_source=daily-newsletter&utm_medium=email

Game 6: 2008 NBA Championship

The following is my assessment of Game 6 of the 2008 NBA Championship: The LA Lakers dropped the soap and the Celtics made them their bitch.

The routing of the Lakers in game 6 gave the Celts its 17th NBA championship. Maybe green is lucky...or maybe Garnett is just golden.

My Morbid Morning Jacket

James is the second one from the left

Maybe it’s just me or maybe I just woke up on the morbid side of the bed this morning, but does anybody else see the resemblance between Jim James, the frontman for My Morning Jacket, and the late Heath Ledger?

Evil Urges, the band's latest album, dropped last Tuesday while Ledger's, The Dark Knight, will hit theaters July 18.

"When I Grow Up..." by the Pussycat Dolls

When I Grow Up is the Pussycat Dolls’s latest single. I didn’t even know they were working on new material until I saw the video in PC Richards. So being a fan of bubblegum pop and burlesque, I youtubed the video last night to get a closer look.

As expected, navels, fishnets, and overly-amped up hair jiggle their way through the five-minute video. It’s fun to watch, though certainly not as good as Buttons, my favorite video in the Dolls’s repertoire. I’m sure it will make it on TRL.

Other than the fact I found the video visually stimulating and physically motivating (it makes me want to get my ass in the gym), I did find that the lyrics related to our society’s current state of mind—one that’s self-promotional at best and self-obsessed at worst.

But I ain't complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say
You know what it's like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is

Not too far back, I read an article that talked about a little girl who, when asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, replied that she wanted to be famous. She had no idea how she was going to become famous, just that she wanted to be famous. The strange thing is that with the help of social networking sites like facebook and myspace, she can be famous without having an ounce of talent or drive.

Tila Tequila became famous for having the most friends of myspace. Now the “baddest bitch” has a record deal, was on the cover of the May issue of Blender, and her MTV reality show, A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila, is in its second season. (Apparently, the last shot didn’t go down as well as the bisexual mistress had planned.) Her myspace music page has been viewed over 140 million times and she has 3.5 million fans. Kristin C from Laguna Beach is traipsing her way through her second music video, Gavin Degraw’s In Love With a Girl. Her nemesis LC is even like, more famous, and involved in a feud with reality tv star and consort Heidi, who also has a record deal. WTF. I’m not saying that these people aren’t deserving..okay…I am saying it: They don’t deserve it. Whatever happened to talent and hard work? Or, at the very least, sleeping your way to the top.