“It was about sex and stuff. Coz I’m turning over a new leaf. I’m goin’ raunchy with it,” Smith says backstage, referring to a song? Not sure. A movie? Not sure? A trip to the bank? Maybe. Looking like a millions bucks, Smith blathers on about his pal Curtis Jackson, a rapper who we can’t bring ourselves to call 50 Cent. “He’s brilliant. We talk for hours and hours.”
Smith announces that “rap music in general is in a renaissance period.” Whatever that’s supposed to mean.
He drops names: “Pac, Fifty…the artistry of the genre.” OK, great. Is there any more pasta?
Sell and plug, sell and plug. He’s eating up the attention. We’re just eating.
Will Smith? Pop Rock Award? There are at least THREE things wrong with this: 1) His music does not belong to this category. 2) Did he have an album out? 3) He’s not that good anyway.
This is the BEST topic that I read all year?
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