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C'mon Slim Thug, do you --this video's token rapper-- have to be the only guy in the clip wearing a
shirt with a gun on it? I know you're in Texas and all but damn son, can we try to avoid they
stereotypes just for a hot minute?
If you are an aging American rapper about to embark on a European tour without aid of a recent hit
is there a better way to cater to the locals than to film a promo with you getting your juggle on?
Yes. You throw in a pot leaf.
Typically I stay away from all this European soccer business that everyone seems to love but this
is just pretty to look at. Plus, it's has music & Arsenal obsessive Gilles Peterson in it. If you
don't know him you better ask somebody.
Y'all mess with Muse? It's not for everybody but the former record store geek in me can't resist
the arena-destroying, prog-rock preening that these guys somehow get away with. They are my
generation's Rush & Queen but without the Canadianism or gay stuff (not that there is anything
wrong with either).
Drake, Weezy and nationally-ranked Connor Chinn in the same advert? One of these things is in no
way like the other. And by that I mean one of these guys would probably get in trouble for talking
publicly about guns & drugs use and calling people by the "N" word. The other two? They just get
rich for doing it.
Here's photo of Russell Simmons and Maxwell in one of the skyboxes at the All Star game and it
pretty much sums up the scene in the suite level last night at Red Bull Arena: moneyed people much
more famous than you or I with Blackberries and wine glasses at the ready. Oh and models. Lots of
models.
Remember a few weeks ago when I ran into Judah Friedlander, The World Champion, at a party? This is
what came out of it. Big man can move, right?
So let this be a lesson to all the young kids hustlin' out there on how this whole "networking"
thing works: you go to a party, have a drink with someone preferably more more juiced than you,
talk about work, and spin it in to Youtube gold.
It's official: everyone has had something to say about the Women's World Cup except for me. Once
the former bass player for Guns n' Roses/Velvet Revolver chimes in on Wambach, Morgan, Rapinoe &
co. you know the USWNT lovefest has officially turned into FrontRunnerPalooza. Can't wait to hear
what Bobby Dall out of Poison has to say about the ladies during next year's Olympics; I bet he's
got some awesome hairstyling tips for some of the longer-haired players.
I wonder what happened after Dave Sarachan met Zack Galifianakis. Did they drive straight to Vegas
and wild out? Did they grab Mike Magee on the way and dress him up like Bradley Cooper just for
sh!ts and gigs? And will they repeat the exact same evening 2 years from now and call it a sequel?
So last night there was an afterparty in NYC for Steve Nash's Showdown in Chinatown. To my pleasure
and surprise, 30 Rock's Judah Friedlander was there and talking soccer. Dude was all high on the
Freddy Adu pass and Tim Howard's general badassness but thought overall the Yanks played poorly.
So yeah, Hugh Jackman was rocking with the S.O.B's in the River End last night. Depending on what
kind of movies you like this was either the hottest thing to hit Chester since The Cat Daddy or the
worst thing to hit Chester since Kreayshawn's single dropped. Either way this waaaaaay better than
Australia.
One of the drag queens from Bosom Buddies has spoken out about the coaching situation in Aston
Villa and has made a surprising endorsement. His suggestion? Brian Clough. Really.
