…the heavy get going.
Due to my busy schedule, I was unable to check out this week’s CMA’s, AMA’s or the not-short-enough Shortlist Awards, but if someone could’ve promised me that any of the three would’ve culminated like this year’s Vibe Awards, I’d have been on the first plane outta town.
(Quincy Jones trying unsuccessfully to quell the riot with with a description of Peter Hook’s penis)
It’s moments like this when you understand why punk is dead and why certain people who run “indie” record labels might consider taking a cue from folks who put out platinum records like the above. Courtney Love has let everyone down in the past few years by not actually killing anyone, try as she might, and record sales across the board show it. If someone in Velvet Revolver doesn’t kick soon, it’s going to be a slump Xmas.
That said, Snoop is sporting a vest that would go awfully well with that White Sox smoking jacket that this nickel and dime blog will not be handing out for the holidays.
PS — “props” to CSTB for running that photo of Snoop Dogg and Redd Foxx as they prep the new “Sanford’s On the Block” movie.