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CHRIS FARAONE
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A Phoenix staff writer since 2008, Faraone grew up in Queens, attended Hobart College in upstate New York, and eventually moved to South Florida, where he worked as a dorm-to-dorm vacation cruise salesmen and moonlighted as a stand-up comic. To sharpen his writing and further delay life, he enrolled at New School University’s Graduate Faculty, where he claims he was the biggest dope in the program. He has no regrets though; it was there that he daydreamed up the counter-intellectual philosophy which he dubbed roastmodernism©. Following some foreplay on New York’s then-burgeoning on-line literary scene, he enrolled at Boston University’s College of Communication in 2004 and has been here in Boston ever since. In addition to the Phoenix, Faraone has been published in the Boston Herald, Boston’s Weekly Dig, Boston Magazine, Spin, Elemental, Mass Appeal, The Source, Walkley's, Antenna, Yellow Rat Bastard (YRB), and Columbia Journalism Review, and has literally contributed to (and been re-published on) hundreds of blogs and websites. He is currently writing a book called How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Boston Red Sox.
Latest Articles
Legalize It
The Massachusetts Cannabis Reform Coalition (MassCann) is hardly a stoned cadre of spliff-roasting slackers. They don't have that luxury.
Meet big government's next big problem: Digital Overload.
At any given time, federal agencies use more electronic storage units than could fill every NFL stadium from Oakland to Foxboro.
Staying chill
There's this funny idea in the music industry — or at least in the hip-hop slice of that glorious enterprise — that it's uncool to release an album in January, February, or March. Artists and label dicks just love talking about how they're "waiting for the second quarter to drop."
Let's all shed a tear for Four Loko, Marlboros, K2 — and freedom
In early November, Sarah Palin passed out 200 sugar cookies at a school fundraiser in Bucks County, Pennsylvania.
Bustle and flow
So I'm walking past the Jeanie Johnston in Jamaica Plain after the Boston Music Awards, and I see Slaine and his friend Ronnie hugging the bar and crushing rum and cokes.
Why is John Rockett still in court for holding half an ounce?
John Rockett was cruising to Twin River Casino in Rhode Island when an Attleboro cop stopped his dark blue Dodge Caravan for having one headlight out.
Getting a mouthful of the Wu-Tang Clan
Getting a mouthful of the Wu-Tang Clan
A Queens rapper sees the real world through Boston
Cormega's been to Paris, been to and from prison, and signed to Def Jam and a host of smaller labels.
As good a snapshot of no-bullshit hip-hop in 2010 as you'll get anywhere.
As good a snapshot of no-bullshit hip-hop in 2010 as you'll get anywhere.
Metal Barz (2010)
You know how righteous rap fans say that brutal hip-hop can't turn kids into monsters?
Should have been a drama instead
Only in the last half-hour of this film from Glenn Ficarra and John Requa does it click that we're getting the gritty, true tale of king conman Steven Russell (Jim Carrey) and his jailbird lover.
Fat Beats (2010)
From Freeway and Jake One to Ill Bill and DJ Muggs to Celph-Titled and Buckwild, 2010 was the year of the tag team.
CREAMing our pants
CREAMing our pants
Decon (2010)
The debut of Alchemist and Oh No as Gangrene is like Indian-food flatulence that somehow smells delicious.
The media might have moved on, but RCC students won't let a case of potential police brutality on campus fade without a fight
The seven-minute YouTube clip begins with five Boston police officers, crowding a Roxbury Community College entranceway, restraining a face-down suspect.
Waiting for Kryptonite
Jeb Bush is a visiting fellow at Harvard's Institute of Politics.
Audio-visionary
Be sure to munch that eighth of mushrooms in your sock drawer before heading to the Brattle Tuesday for the A/V ride of a lifetime.
Meet the future Four Loko
So I'm in my corner bodega yesterday discussing the Four Loko phenomenon with the proprietor (who keeps me up on all the local booze trends), when I saw something even more interesting on a back shelf ...
Self-released (2010)
I was hardly expecting one of the freshest rap discs this year to come out of Brookline.
How two local new-media junkies cut through the red tape and became First-Amendment superstars
Michael Morisy and Mitchell Kotler started their Web site, muckrock.com, as a hobby, and they set out to do something woefully esoteric.
