When I left Canada I had a "See You Fuckers Later" party. If I failed in LA it would be the ego bruise of the century.
The owner, Zlatko Starkovski, has long cited safety concerns in his criticism of all-ages EDM shows, yet his club has its own history of violence.
It's the second shooting at Drake's OVO Fest afterparty in two years.
Drake's "soft" chastise style is a kinder, gentler diss. But women still get the short end of the stick.
We dove deep into the psychology of Norm Kelly, who's made a habit of interjecting himself into Drake's rap feuds.
In a Twitter rant last night, the whole rap illuminati was implicated in a global conspiracy to hide the fact that Drake can't rhyme.
Cape Breton's proposed 'Mother Canada' statue is just too controversial. Here are nine other options Canadians should consider.
With the help of Sothebys, the rapper entered the art world Illuminati last night at his curated show I Like It Like This.
Runnin' Through the 6 might be funny for a few seconds, but your iPad deserves better.
January isn't even over and we're already discussing the downside of naming a baby 'Anal'
Being black is not a choice, but what if it were? I made a list of pros and cons for my ethnicity amid my Ferguson-fueled depression.
I talked to the wunderkind stand-up about touring with Odenkirk, his love for Drake, and why he doesn't like "Michael Cera–ass fuckboys."
Sean J Patrick Carney calls out the softest net artists in the game.
This week: A woman called 9-1-1 on her cat, and Kanye West said having his photo taken was like being raped.
James Flemons is an old-school fashion cat who runs a one-man factory out of his duplex in Mid-City, Los Angeles. You can find him cranking out the entire production of his line, Phlemuns, with two sewing machines and limitless hustle.
It's full of bleeding zombies, feces-stained dance floors, and lonely men doing stunt cocaine off of Drake CDs.
This week: A bullied teen stabbed a girl in the face because she called him "Harry Potter," and Drake got mad because he was kicked off a magazine cover in favor of a Philip Seymour Hoffman tribute.
Pry the keyboard from my hands, claw the eyes out of my head, strip me naked and leave me for dead on the side of the road, but you will never, ever take my memes. Were all these memes really all that funny to begin with? Will we laugh when we revisit the…
When the Polaris Prize began in 2006, its long list read like a who's who of obscure new talent only familiar to the most obsessive of Canadian buzz band aficionados. But in the past few years, that trend of discovering young blood has gravitated toward r…
Hip-hop in 2012 was defined by a series of ups and downs, but for the most part it was pretty... weird. For one, what the hell is the definition of hip-hop these days anyway? Is it singing, is it rapping, is it that sing-songy rap shit that Drake does when…