Whitney Houston is dead

Amy Winehouse is dead

You don’t talk to your girlfriend, to your boyfriend, whoever: RIP Ryan Dunn

It’s kinda hard to pay respectful tribute to the life and works of a man who is most famous for shoving a Matchbox figurine up his jacksie, but I want to try anyway.

10 Macho Man Randy Savage Youtubes in lieu of an obituary

(from Where’s Randy Savage)

Professional wrestling is “kinda like” a lot of things. It’s kinda like ballet dancing in that it can only be practiced by people who are so dedicated to their craft they’re prepared to slowly destroy their bodies. It can be compared to reality TV because it’s all about convincing people that the obvious fraud they’re watching is real. It can be compared to pornography because it makes two millionaires for every 2,000 individuals it leaves battered, broken and dead. But I wanna talk about what it has in common with snooker.

White people singing Eazy-E megapost

Has any rapper provided as much entertainment in death as Eric Wright? Whereas the post-respirating careers of Pac, Biggie and Dilla have consisted mainly of chinstroking reappraisals and those bits in Notorious where the fat guy looks off into the middle distance and nods his head thoughtfully, every few months Eazy is discovered to have hired militant Jewish nationalists as his bodyguards, or they dig up interviews where he tempted fate by making some AIDS zingers. I just don’t think there was ever as entertaining a rapper as Eazy, and while subsequent short-ass MCs have upped their srs-face intake (particularly thinking of TI’s cuban heel-wearing ass here) in order to seem threatening, Eazy was just the perfect firecracker of anger, chippiness and humour. Yesterday was 16 years since his passing and rather than pay tribute by putting some thought into a post instead here’s lots of Youtube clips of white people singing Eazy joints.

16 in the clip and one in the hole: RIP Nate Dogg

I checked my WordPress stats first thing this morning, before I bothered to look at Twitter or Facebook. 2,000 hits on this one piece I wrote about Nate Dogg a few years ago within four hours. It was kinda clear what had happened.

Smiley Culture is dead

I knew bro had some recent financial problems/run-ins with the law, but he was one of the last people I expected to go all Elliot Smith on us. YouTube isn’t throwing up his appearance on some awful British attempt at Sesame Street for the 80s where he starts toasting at a bunch of very scared stage school kids, so instead just pour a 40oz of Red Stripe out for him over this joint from back when he had better coping mechanisms for police officer interferences.

Rich Cronin has been gone since this summer (if summer ends mid-September)

Yep LFO frontman Rich Cronin, after a lengthy battle with leukaemia, has finally ascended to a higher spiritual plain, where they drink lemonade and they speak real slow.

Alex Higgins RIP

You drank a bottle of perfume because Oliver Reed dared you to, and thanks to throat cancer you spent the final years of your life looking like that meerkat from the adverts. If there’s any justice on this planet, you’ll spend the afterlife haunting Peter Ebdon and Shaun Murphy so much that they kill themselves from the stress. More Hurricane after the jump:

Frank Sidebottom – Life In A Northern Town

RIP Chris Sievey. Heaven needed papier mache.