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One thing you didn’t know about Outkast’s manager was that in addition to managing the band you know you’re obsessed with, he was also an actor and a former WCW wrestler. It was apparently the latter occupation that gave him severe back problems, which lead to his addiction to painkillers ... read more |
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As a pretty serious music fan, it seems odd I’d only have eight rap songs (nine if you let me count “Hey Ya” by Outkast) on my iPod. Sure, I only have one techno song, but wide-pupiled pseudo-hippy bozos with glow sticks and stashes of ecstasy hardly wield the same cultural relevance as an entire generation of disenchanted, fast-talking urban youths ... read more |
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Like Templeton (2) from Charlotte’s Web, I’ll sniff, scrounge through, and eventually shit out the most important music-related stories of the previous week. In an unimportant gag that serves no real purpose other than to bind the article together, I’ll count all celebrity references in parentheses, hoping to snag 50 by the time this grouping of words gets egg on your face. Fired-up? Than like John The Baptist’s (3) head, I’m off! ... read more |
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That’s only six performances; so, book your flights to Hot-lanta now. I can’t imagine tickets won’t disappear quickly. This is the kind of thing gang members like, right? No? Nevermind then. Atlanta is like a thugged-out Sodom; so, I doubt many citizens will drive their stolen Escalades to the Fox Theater. That means you can check with your wife first before blowing the Christmas Bonus on Outkast spin-offs ... read more |
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