Super busy researching a suitable Third World country to host my midlife crisis (taking recommendations), but real quick...
Sarabeth and Matt (esp. Sarabeth) over at 1115.org are writing about my old hometown with so much fire right now. Might be my favorite thing to read at the moment.
Brendan Frederick at XXL gives Clipse's Hell Hath No Fury a XXL (a lot of stuff gets XL these days, huh?), all but conceding the album's permanent shelving. Sure seems like Pharrell could sink some of that chain & shoe money into an independent digital label and release some things. Also seems like Pusha and Malice could have held until Myspace opened its new storefronts, but that's probably oversimplifying the pimps-and-hoes situation over at Jive. Where's a Byron Crawford petition when you need one?
If you're not in a place right now to discuss certain things openly, consider visiting FourFour. Absolutely essential hilarity with regards to all things Tyra, pop music, and chunky gay men.
Pound for Pound ponders the age old question: How did we get here? We, of course, being Hip-Hop.
John Dickerson @ Slate makes perfect sense out of Clinton's fiery Fox harangue. Aside from his party politicking, Clinton still has a way of saying perfectly logical things and making them sound profound. That may have more to do with the current state of things, but still. Whoo Pig Sooie.
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