The controversial music legend died today at age 76. Full story here.
Kings of Commenting: The Best/Worst in SF Weekly Comments This Week
God, this job would be so great it weren't for you douchenob readers. We do our best to ignore you and your clown lives, but every now and then, one of your comments is so inane and misspelled that it crosses some line and we love it. Not you. We still hate you, but we love how stupid you are; like Islam.
This is Kings of Commenting; I'm your scourge, Web Editor David Downs
We quoted a stripper who said the Hustlers Club Toy Drive was crass.
A (different) stripper says,
This reporter must have gone out of his way to find the dumbest girl in the entire club to talk to. I am also a stripper at the Hustler Club, and proud to support the SFFFU (love your acronym!) and shake my ass at the same time. We are not all money-grubbing "busty, slutty" Amy Winehouses, angry at underprivileged children for tapping into our holiday shopping funds -- nor are we all on our way down a long slide to juice joints and drug addictions. We're largely decent girls who have fun doing what we do.Hey, at least we actually found the dumbest girl in the strip club. It's harder than you think.
We covered Nude Aid and lamented all the dongs.
Lady Monster says,
Thanks Nathan for the review, and for attending Nude Aid. See you next year! P.S. You should have gone upstairs for your pussy peeking pleasures.That's funny, because usually we satisfy our pussy-seeking pleasures "downstairs," unless we date someone with a vagina face, which would be awesome.
We said some shit about exploding fruit.
(Maynard, the newest Blue Man)
BETTER THAN: Meeting Cthulhu
DOWNLOAD: Some Tool samples.
By Ezra Gale
Suppose you're a musician, alone in your bedroom with your guitar and your metronome and your blacklight Black Sabbath poster that lights up the whites of Ozzy's eyes every time you close your door and turn the main light off and sit on the bed and run through all the scales in Mel Bay's big spiral instruction book: Lydian, Dorian, Mixolydian, and on and on. And suppose that just when you've set your metronome to click 15 or 11 times and then repeat itself you drop some acid, and just then you're visited by a scaly, triceratops-looking space alien, who points one slimy pod at you and telepathically lets you know he (or it) will visit again in twenty years and blow your brains out if you haven't formed a band that sells out arenas by playing oblique, epically long art-metal songs with no discernable choruses and no sections in 4/4 time, like the rest of the Radio Friendly Unit Shifting music industry.
You'd probably think, Well, goddamn, I'm screwed, aren't I?
by Oscar Medina
An embattled RZA celebrated the release of the new Wu Tang 8 Diagrams record with a sold-out performance last night at the Independent that proved to some that RZA has gone straight crazy while to others that he is and and will remain an innovative force in hip-hop. With the recent scathing remarks by fellow hustler Raekwon calling RZA "a hip-hop hippie" and Ghostface's equally disgruntled “he’s fumbling the ball”, you could tell after last night's performance that the RZA is no longer holding back, for better or for worse.
Thanks to SFist for turning us on to the "Things Other People Accomplished When They Were Your Age" site, cus there's no better way to start your day than realizing you're a huge fucking loser. For example, "At age 27, Ernest Hemingway published his first novel, The Sun Also Rises." Shit. Shit. Shit.—David Downs
