As a matter of fact, I do have a 3 year subscription to Vibe. I’ve found that it’s an OK magazine, except for the fact that a lot of the interviews suck and I’m not sure that I trust the album reviews. The Letters to the Editor are the cream of the crop, though. Here is a reprint of one:
Don’t get me wrong–I’m not trying to hate on Southern rappers. It’s just that ever since Master P made it big, the media and record execs have been swinging on the south. It’s true that some of today’s hottest artists are there: Ludacris, Trick Daddy, and Jermaine Dupri, to name a few. But they’re not the only artists out there. I’d bet that if New England were exposed to the industry as much as the South is now, we’d be topping the charts, too.
Way to expound on the South there Jonathon Castillo of Providence, Rhode Island!
So, mainly I use the magazine to find out what clothes, cars, shoes, and jewelry is in style these days. Plus, as an added incentive, if you look in the back of the magazine where the classified ads are, there are a TON of pictures like this:
I got taken to the ballgame
So we did end up going out to the A’s game last night. The game started at 7:05pm. We left the house at about 6:15pm, planning to take the BART over to the stadium. In what was quite possibly the definition of the word debacle, we drove to the station (25 minutes), took the train to downtown SF (20 minutes), got off at Embarcadero to catch a transfer to the Oakland Coliseum stop, and realized that we had forgotten the tickets in Erin’s car back at the Colma station. They were awesome tickets, so we all hopped on a train to Colma (20+ minutes back). Erin got the tickets and we got on the train back to downtown to transfer (30+ minutes due to a problem at one of the stops). We transfered and took the train the rest of the way (30-40 minutes). When we finally hit our seats it was midway through the 5th inning. A normal person would say “Cool, about half the game left.” I said, “Shit, only two innings of beer service left.” So I bought them two at a time. Plus pizza. Plus peanuts. Plus garlic fries. All in all a good night, though it became a great night when, as we were walking to the train, some crazy marketeers with bags over their shoulders gave me some Febreeze in a plastic pouch. 100% awesome.