“Early on, I went to see Matt Drudge — strange fellow, trippy experience, but I really admire him; I’m amazed that this man almost literally destroyed a presidency, sitting in a room with his cat. It’s changed a little bit, unfortunately — now he just spouts Republican orthodoxy — but in the old days, it was a glorious, eclectic tabloid, just madcap. And he told me something that became critical to my thinking: “It’s a broadcast, not a publication.” It has to keep moving to survive. If it stops or is frozen for the day, then you don’t exist. Another critical insight was that for the first time ever, all the privileges that the big entities had forever enjoyed — distribution, newsstand — were flattened by the technology. It was incredibly exciting, made all the more exciting because the traditionalists still thumbed their noses.”—
If I could go back in time and tell 15-year-old me that he’ll be able to order food on an iPhone in two clicks without having to unglue himself from the couch and SUNDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL, he’d be like, “The fck is an iPhone?” And then, “Oh. Cool?”
Then I’d ask him to please try harder in school lest he’s cool still sleeping on rickety Ikea beds a decade later. And holler at the brunette you sit next to in AP Environmental Science before it’s too late.
Lex Luger Can Write a Hit Rap Song in the Time It Takes to Read This
"On a recent Wednesday afternoon, inside Black Label, a bunkerlike recording studio in Hampton, Va., Luger crumbled little brussels-sprout buds of marijuana into the husk of a Swisher Sweets cigar. He had his black Compaq laptop jacked into the mammoth recording console on the other side of the room and was using an old copy of Billboard as a mouse pad, moving his mouse back and forth on Enrique Iglesias’s face, clicking through folders. Because he turns out music at an assembly-line clip (while really, really stoned), sometimes he’ll forget about a beat entirely until it turns up on the radio as somebody’s new single."