You get pulled over, you’re not under arrest…but the cop takes your phone and swipes the data, with or without your consent? Such is the case in Michigan where police have the gadgetry to zap your phone at their leisure. The ACLU’s offended and on the attack, as very well they should be. Read the rest of this entry »

As our economy here in Michigan currently resides alongside Splinter and the TMNT gang in the sewer, Governor Granholm and her old fogy cronies have enlisted some of the Dirty Mitten’s most notable faces to clean up our image and bring customers back to the Great Lakes State: Coach Izzo, Mitch Albom, The Captain and a few unrecognizable big-wig business-types who know Bo Diddly about sports. Then, rather surprisingly, at the :22 mark is none other than chronic Tronic delivery man Black Milk, promoting what else but ‘Fresh Milk!’ The b-roll of his voice may last longer than his grill, but the fact that Black simply got the nod amongst local gods shows that Popular Demand couldn’t have been more true.

I wonder why Trick Trick didn’t get the look?

*Imagines Trick posted 100-deep on 7 Mile and Mack standing over bodies of bloody rappers, hoisting those bazookas from “Can’t Fuck Wit My City” and proudly yelling, “Fire Power!”*

At this time last year, if you would’ve told me the new mixtape from a white suburbanite, Southfield, MI Pop producer/singer named Mike Posner would make my most anticipated releases of 2009 list, I would have laughed straight in your face. Read the rest of this entry »

Get a load of this sociological nightmare, courtesy of Fox News.

Michigan police say a 35-year-old mother, Aimee Louise Sword, used the Internet to track down the son she gave up for adoption a decade ago, seducing and raping the teenage boy when she found him after an online search.

So…uh, yeah. Read the rest of this entry »

“…I had visions of many things. But happiness is just an illusion, filled with sadness and confusion.” – Jimmy Ruffin, Motown

“I’m absolutely wasted,” said House Shoes, my Michigan friend and California family. “I’m wasted” being his M.O. on nights like this. It was his release party for his King James Version at Fat Beats. No other state was expected from Shoes other than complete annihilation. Shit faced-ness. Three sheets to the wind. Piss pants. All of that.

“You going to make it through the night?” I asked, filling my plastic cup with keg beer.

“So what?” he responded, then fell out laughing at just how House Shoes-ian of a reply “so what” is to a yes-or-no question. He relayed the story through Henney-soaked smiles to all within earshot, and then again outside to Bishop Lamont, who laughed with the force of a man of authority. I was startled to see Bishop at first; not because I didn’t think he’d come to this event but because seeing folks like him in such familial settings still trips me out, almost three years later. Read the rest of this entry »