King of the blumpkins

Just wanted to point out that white-boy rapper Asher Roth in that clip went to West Chester university. So his most popular song I love college is presumably about partying on Walnut Street and maybe even 15 North, if he was lucky. According to newsroom sources the guy even made an appearance at a recent local council meeting requesting the borough shut down a couple blocks on 4/20 for his CD release party. Request was denied, and he had it at Bam Margera's bar. West Chester is a veritable hotbed of culture (not really).

And in Rick Ross news, how about a NYTimes review of the new album, which includes passages like this:

And what a relief that is. Like all great pop music, rap is theater, and Rick Ross, now 33, is one of its most ambitious characters. He arrived fully formed in the summer of 2006: the busting-out gut, the outsize presence, the scratchy voice, the always-there sunglasses. At worst he was a Young Jeezy clone, spewing empty drug talk in comically repetitive fashion. At best he was an utterly believable and improbably charming exponent of the cocaine-rap making the rounds at the time. Clipse may have done it with more technical precision, and Jeezy with more magnetism, but Mr. Ross sounded in charge, his voice a gravelly threat.

Indeed.