The Killer and the Chicken
Though I haven’t seen a print edition yet, I’m guessing the debut Las Vegas edition of Six Degrees has hit the streets of Sin City, because the magazine’s website has a full digital version online now. In it, I have two stories, both kinda buried in the 200-page behemoth: One exploring Rok Bar at the New York-New York hotel, and one about Bikram Yoga Green Valley. I’ve included screen captures of the stories and the issue’s cover, but they’re not going to be particularly legible, so I suggest you go out there and pick up a copy. And maybe let me know where you found it.
Otherwise, I’m still holding my breath for that “fall” issue of HRH magazine to be released. My Billy Idol feature was rushed to met a short deadline, and two months later, we still have no magazine. Still keeping my fingers crossed for publication before Christmas.
You’ll notice I’ve added a Twitter feed over in the right column. Yep, I’m tweeting, or whatever the kids are calling it. You can follow my rampage through the world on Twitter. I know, all your dreams have been fulfilled now.



Why is Common running at the camera like that? I have no idea, but isn’t that an awesome cover? I’m not sure why the logo is pink, but either way, it’s much better than the usual anorexic model/reality TV star of the month featured on 944’s glossy face. Oh, yeah, I have a story in that issue entitled “
I have this crazy idea: Maybe I should try doing less stuff. You know what I mean by “stuff” — writing, reporting, drumming, blogging, traveling, what have you. But alas, I have this obsessive drive to spread myself thinner than most, and so while you haven’t seen updates here on pjperez.com, I have been posting nonsense all over the web, including the usual suspects,
The August issue of 944 is out there on the streets somewhere, and on page 128 (I think), there’s a lovely two-page spread about the starting-tomorrow Amplify!! Music Conference written by this guy. 944 recently upgraded its website (again, for the 400th time this year), and it’s actually pretty cool, incorporating a fast-loading, interactive digital version of the full magazine (ads and all). So guess what? I’m not uploading the crappy scans here. Instead, 














Pj Perez writes the words that make editors cry. Author not responsible for Kleenex expenses.