Minnesota's Tim Pawlenty grooms himself for vice-presidential consideration--by being a jerk.
Our reporter sets out in search of a naked lunch.
Before swinging a bat in a lesbian softball league, pick a side: gay or straight?
At JFK, Erhan Yildirim clears corpses for takeoff.
Gravelly, thuggish growl, sonorous lady-of-R&B chirp, lather, rinse, repeat: That, in case you ever cared, is all Ja Rule represents to the average punter. No one misses this twerp when he isn't on the airwaves; his name never comes up in "best MCs of all-time" discussions; effing Master P warrants more of a footnote in hip hop's annals than Ja does. This "new" single, where The Inc's smirking imp duets with up 'n' coming nonentity Ashley Joi, actually makes me miss DMX's by-numbers, by-his-lonesome movie tie-in bangers.
Should I feel ashamed for sorta enjoying this incontinent remix king's willful (and sans credits) rape and pillage of Bollywood dialogue and soundtracks? I do! Beat Konducta Vol. 3-4 is full of pulsing tablas, kettle drums, and Indian exclamations in Hollywood cadences. It's all very transportive, but I can't quite shake the feeling that I'm helping this dude exploit people.
As if Ray Davies's original studio version of this tune wasn't emotionally conflicting enough—at first you're sure he's channeling a lurking pedophile, but this cover quickly ups the stakes by flipping the gender.