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When the Twin Towers were toppled in 2001, I — like the rest of us — stood partially paralyzed by the enormity of the disaster. I had met Mr. Rogers just a few days prior. And so, pacing the length of my apartment wondering what to do to try and make things a little bit…

We were discussing The Nadas pre-show ritual, “I think they need to listen to ‘Big Pimpin’ before they go on. Hip hop has more attitude, more confidence. It’d be good for ’em.” Tonight I listened to a friend of mine go on and on and on about how much her life sucked. Her career, her…

Eighteen hours later, I walk into my hotel room. The clock reads 3:39. There was a moment this morning when I couldn’t remember what day of the week it was. I had no idea when I was going home. And then, before I knew it, I was clapping my hands and telling my photographers, “Dudes,…

I have run to the edge of Key Biscayne. I am standing in the sand looking out at the bay. I am debating whether or not to dive in. If I do get into the water, I may miss my room service delivery. I may miss my conference call with my boss. I may miss…

It’s Saturday morning. I’m setting up News’ interview room at the MTV Radio Forum when I hear the unmistakable buzz of electric guitars. I sneak into rehearsals and catch a snippet of Green Day. The band is soundchecking. I wait through their monitor and mic checks. They’ve got a piano and a second guitarist. When…

I’m riding shotgun in Snoop’s pimped out convertible with Dub Magazine’s Herman Flores. It’s a yellow and purple Pontiac; Laker’s colors. The rims are solid gold spokes. The hydraulics give it about two inches of clearence. An unpredictable Miami rains begins. And the brakes give out. We’re coasting downhill towards P2, aka News’ parking garage.…