Category Archives: R.I.P.

“MACHO MAN” RANDY SAVAGE KILLED IN CAR ACCIDENT

Randy Macho Man Savage Rapture heaven

Since we started the week with an untimely death in the music world, I figured I’d finish it off with another celebrity passing to get us good n’ soft for the coming of the Raptors (that’s what all the hubbub is about, right?)  Randall Mario Poffo, better known as former WWF/WWE superstar wrestler “Macho Man” Randy Savage, was killed in Florida this morning at the age of 58 after suffering a heart attack resulting in a fatal car accident.

According to the Florida Highway Patrol, Savage was driving his Jeep Wrangler when he veered across a concrete median, through oncoming traffic, and “collided head-on with a tree.” He was transported to Largo Medical Center, where he died. Savage’s wife of one year, Lynn, was a passenger but sustained only minor injuries, according to TMZ.

Savage’s brother, Lanny Poffo told TMZ that the wrestler suffered a heart attack while he was driving and then lost control of the vehicle.  [via MSNBC]

You may be wondering what the hell this has to do with music news.  And if you are, I may be wondering why you’re such a deprived idiot.  Because in 2003, Macho Man burst onto the music scene with the seminal rap album Be a Man.  The title track is embedded below, in which he lambasts Hulk Hogan for being such a Hollywood p*ssy.

Man, I never liked wrestling, but I love my friends’ impersonations of Macho Man, and I dig his unbridled hatred for Hulk Hogan.  Oh, and Slim Jims.  I love Slim Jims.  As a matter of fact, if you need me, I’ll be in the snack aisle at Shop Rite.  Or is it candy?  Or beef?  Where the f*ck would I find it?  Eh, I’ll just stick to the check-out counter at Wawa.

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RAPPER M-BONE KILLED IN DRIVE-BY

M-Bone Cali Swag District

If you’re one of the many people still looking for someone to teach you how to Dougie, lessons from the masters just got scaled back a bit.  Rapper M-Bone of Cali Swag District – the group responsible for last year’s hit hip-hop dance song “Teach Me How To Dougie” – was tragically gunned down Sunday night in a drive-by shooting.

Bone, born Mante Talbert, was one-fourth of the group that rose to fame with their 2010 single “Teach Me How to Dougie.” Cali Swag frontman C-Smoove tweeted, “Ma life changed drastically in the blink of an eye. rip mbone,” early Monday morning.

Inglewood Police Department Homicide Sgt. Brian Spencer confirmed to MTV News that the 22-year-old Bone died of two gunshot wounds to the head in his hometown of Inglewood, California.

Witness accounts confirm that the rapper was seated in his car when the gunmen pulled alongside him in a separate vehicle and let off at least two rounds. The suspects fled northbound on La Brea.  [via MTV News]

That is terrible and sad.  And really kinda makes me question what’s being considered “gangsta rap” nowadays.  Should I be concerned about the well-being of the dudes responsible for my other favorite hip-hop dance song of 2010 “Movin Like Berney”?  Because that would honestly devastate me.  Not to mention putting my self control and tact to the ultimate test to avoid making an easy Weekend at Bernie’s joke.

NATE DOGG DIES, SANTA POURS ONE OUT

Nate Dogg couch

As you’ve probably heard by now, West Coast hip-hop crooner Nate Dogg died last night as a result of stroke complications.  He had battled strokes often in recent years.  At only 41, he was best known for his contributions to Warren G’s “Regulate,” Dr. Dre’s “The Next Episode,” and Snoop Dogg’s “Gz Up, Hoes Down.”

After the cut, I’ve included my favorite Nate Dogg track, one that I think too often goes overlooked.  It’s his and Snoop’s sweet (read: NSFW) version of the holiday classic “Twas The Night Before Christmas.”  Frankly, I think more Christmas tunes need to keep it as real as this one does.  Hey Bing Crosby, most kids don’t give a sh*t anymore about a pair of hop-along boots and a pistol that shoots or dolls that will talk and then go for a walk! Get with it!

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Boogie On, MJ…

UPDATE: Aaaand, I’m over it. A lil’ refresher course on the details of the allegations and the $20 million dollar hush-money check, and right on back to being the creepy fucking ghoul of a pedophile he was on June 24th.

There’s no possible way you can be hearing this for the first time here, but Michael Jackson is dead at 50 today, due to suspected cardiac arrest. The King of Pop, (not so) arguably the greatest solo artist of all time, a living legend of an entertainer and musical genius, is gone.

I didn’t think it possible to see the allegations of child molestation pushed into the back of my mind so easily to make room for a huge sense of loss and sadness. I’m sure it’s a much easier task to not lose any sleep over this loss for the families of the alleged victims. And let’s be honest, the dude was absolutely batshit in his last 15 years, and it’s hard to deny that he did some despicable things to little boys, but man I am bummed out. And I was just a little shit at the height of his career. Aren’t pedophiles supposed to be the most reviled form of scum in the eyes of the public and even other criminals?

But how many good times have we all experienced with Jackson’s music as the damn soundtrack? Countless, I’m certain. How often has he moved us, physically and emotionally, with his songwriting, emotionally charges vocals, and unprecedented dancing talents? Very often, I’m positive. He changed pop culture–music, video, live entertainment–in a way that no one had before him. His catalog of smash hits is longer than I care list, but I’ll certainly be spending some time with them the next few days.

Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go choke the hell up over “She’s Out Of My Life”, then dance myself back into a man with “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough” and plenty of Jesus Juice.