In the role of Larry Merchant is a TMZ photographer. Starring as Victor Ortiz is the world famous "Ray J." And as Mayweather-by-default, we have rapper Fabolous.
1985: "Robert Randolph" on the birth certificate, but he'll go by "Randy." That's the original plan. Named after his grandfathers. Then Dad starts having doubts. He's a Robert too—doesn't want his son to be Little Bob or Bobby like he had been. So one day, it just hits my parents. "David Andrew." David Matthews. Dave.…
Mine was Meatloaf's "Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad." Mark from Atlanta's was "Little Red Corvette." Others are below. Add more in the comments, please, horndogs.
The first magazine subscription I ever had was to this tawdry rock magazine, filled with sweaty images of heavy metal heroes, which completely ruined my obsession with sports.
Here's a good one from the #iwasthere section. Continue to add your own concert/music memories throughout the weekend.
None, some or all of this may be true. I don't know, but I was there.
Kurt Cobain often spoke of being terrorized by jocks in high school, as if to certify his poetic loserdom. These days, anyone with a camera handy at Lollapalooza or Pitchfork can create his very own hipster version of Straight Cash Homey. What happened in between? Duh, the Internet. What ever happens to anyone these…
Not long ago, Butthole Surfers frontman Gibby Haynes appeared at a comedy showcase, along with a prop he referred to as his "negro baby doll leg." Things went south from there.
For a second, last night's Cardinals-Reds "brawl" was pretty exciting, but only in the sense of "Oh, this'll be good." And then it wasn't good. For this reason, it deserves to be mocked. With video! Three times!
All during Music Week at Deadspin, I'll be writing about great asskicking songs of yore. Today, it's "In The Fade" by Queens Of The Stone Age.
Wrigleyville, the neighborhood around Wrigley Field, has long been known for its "scene." Want to meet the future ex-Mrs. Malcolm? That's the place to go. Well, Wrigleyville has a new sight attracting the hordes: this dancing guy.
Greetings, cretins. We have an email request from a reader who's going through a rough patch. He wants off this hellish treadmill immediately. He will achieve this by...singing awful karaoke in a bar in Huron, Ohio. Guide him.
This weekend's Lollapalooza was dubbed "Hoopster Mecca" by one tipster, and after sifting through all the submissions it's clear that the hoopsters made Lollapalooza the site of their Hajj. So, here's part one of a multipart series. Christ, just look at these fucking hoopsters. Part One | Part Two | Part Three
In sports, everyone is a winner — some people just win better than others. Like weird, wonderful ol' Bill Walton, at last healthy again and back to doing the thing he does best: being ridiculous in public.
All during Music Week at Deadspin, I'll be writing about great asskicking songs of yore. Today, it's "Whole Lotta Rosie" by AC/DC.
What if you made an album and no one listened to it? Even better: What if you made an album and no one could listen to it? What if that were the point?
Earlier this year, I came to the Washington Nationals with an idea to sing the anthem at one of their games and write about it. And they were mildly intrigued, until they heard my audition.