Shay Jean

Meme Watch: Osama Bin Laden Watching TV [Uproxx]

The Top 29 Cities To Visit In 2011 [Ask Men]

Stuff You Should Know: J. Edgar Hoover [TSJ]

CJ Wallace: BIG Shoes to Fill [XXL] Read the rest of this entry »

Farrah Nicole

Target to Sell iPhone Beginning November 7 [Digital Daily]

Three Limewire Alternatives For Easy Peer-To-Peer Download [Download Squad]

Pras Dishes On Fugees Break-Up; Says New Lauryn LP Due In Summer [The Urban Daily]

12 Photos of a Young Lady Gaga [Photo Basement] Read the rest of this entry »

As the days gets shorter and the weekly amount of posts get longer: the line continues to blur between real life events and the entertainment world. As always the Crew was here to cover it all.

On the political front LC gave us all a view of how people think in the Midwest when the paved roads turn to dirt. Gotty looked Palin right in the eyes and said “Fuck You & Your Glasses” (but mainly your glasses). David D. sent out an open invitation to Aaron McGruder to drop by and give some political commentary. And who would have ever thought that our weekly dose of Keri would introduce the world to a last minute political force. Read the rest of this entry »

I work in the customer service industry and every so often a disgruntled customer threatens to call the local news channel to have them do an exposé on me & my company for our “bad business practices.” First thing: I don’t give a damn who you call, because the moment you say that you’re dead to me. Second thing: By the time they say that, I think they’ve worked everything out while yelling at me to the point where they realize their claim is baseless and they sound like an idiot. But after seeing them get Pras I might have to reconsider my stance. Read the rest of this entry »

Looking back on my pre-high-school excursion to my friends’ rural, middle-Michigan cottage, a weekend theme of “Ghetto Supastar” seems somewhat amiss. I mean we were 13-year-old suburbanites being chaperoned to a two-story cabin, for Pete’s sake. There was nothing ghetto about it.

But, music is music, no matter what the title suggests, and occasionally it can transcend into something much more than song.

With the fresh-out-the-cardboard sleeve CD single getting a summer’s worth of burn to, fro, and every second in between the four-hour treks, it’s no coincidence that Pras’ only US solo hit will forever go hand-in-hand with that momentous trip that united and ignited a few life-long friendships.

Upon the first strum of that Wyclef-assisted bass-line crescendo, I’m immediately brought back to missing teeth, marshmallow-infused sibling rivalries and my mans’ prized Tommy sandals floating off into a fresh-water oblivion. When I hear ODB wailing the echoes of the first refrain, I can remember John, who will be on his second tour of Iraq in September as an Airman, falling asleep on the car ride to the cabin, banging “Supastar” on repeat from his disc-man at max volume, then denying it when we called him out on it. When I hear Mýa hypothetically trying to reel me away from reality with her super-catchy hook, I’m reminded of my un-tit-touching mind frame falling in love with the newcomer’s innocent voice, as I optimistically hoped, “God, this chick is going to be huge.”

And, then she was. Essentially, because of this song. Read the rest of this entry »