Welcome to New York, ‘Melo. One good thing about him coming to New York is the fact that fans will be able to get something to eat in the Garden again. Eddy Curry’s off to Minnesota. If Prince isn’t careful, he might find himself covered in BBQ sauce and sitting in Curry’s belly like Jonah. You hungry muthafucka!

Anthony may be the half-savior of New York but he should still be initiated and hazed like anyone else joining a new team. Chelsea makes all new players and staff sing in front of the team. Maybe he can perform Q-Tip’s Knicks anthem:

Nah that’s way too easy. If Anthony’s not going to reenact the “Stop Snitching” video, he should be forced to remake this with Keenan Cahill, Isiah Thomas and James Dolan:

Making Anthony front JD and the Straight Shot would be cruel and unusual punishment. I would have mentioned Spike Lee but I saw him on stage at the Prince show in December. No one needs to see him dance again.

By the way, how did Mikhail Prokhorov not fly Anthony to the Alps to party with a bunch of Albanian girls fresh out of a shipping container and Jay-Z? That’s some straight oligarch fail. Roman Abramovich would have been all over it.

H/T to Complex Magazine.

The US needs to send another carrier group to the Taiwan Strait. Forget hegemony. It’s all about making sure Taiwan keeps pumping out animation like this. Chiang Kai-skek’s people outdid themselves on this one.

And since I brought it up…

We haven’t thrown one of these up in a while so I figured it’s time for another installment. No horrible skateboarding or biking accidents today. Talking about James Brown in the last post combined with the fact that I’m going to see Prince at the Garden next Saturday made this video a natural choice.

Imagine going to see James Brown then having Michael Jackson and Prince come up on stage and do their thing. I can expect Sheila E next weekend. No doubt that’s strong. Part of me is hoping the drummer from the New Power Generation will come out weighing double what he did when the NPG was rolling with Prince in the 90s. One can dream.

UPDATE: Wikipedia just shattered my dream like Big Pun. The drummer’s name is Michael Bland and he now plays with one of the Jonas Brothers’ side projects. There is no god.

Fuck you, NFL. Seriously. How dare you? Remember when you had a Super Bowl in Detroit? Did you invite Motown legends to perform at the halftime show? No. You went abroad and got the Rolling Stones as if to mock the people that did it first and more importantly, right. We’re subjected to Faith Hill every Sunday night and now you go and pull the most heinous of musical crimes.

Forget the flags, F-15 fly-overs, troops and other “USA!” hoopla the NFL throws at you every week. They’re all lies. Subterfuge even. If the league really cared about this country, it wouldn’t make the Black Eyed Peas the halftime entertainment at Super Bowl XLV in February.

The expected choice would signify a generational shift for the NFL, which played it conservatively during the last six years with boomer rockers and mainstream arena stars Paul McCartney, the Rolling Stones, Prince, Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, Bruce Springsteen and the Who. That seemed in direct response to Janet Jackson’s notorious breast-revealing “wardrobe malfunction” in 2004.

Why punish the whole country for the mistakes of the few? Does the NFL want kids to see grown women piss themselves like the drunk, homeless guy talking to himself at the Broadway/Lafayette stop?

If seeing Janet Jackson’s breast was bad, how does the NFL think this will go over? Isn’t it hard enough for young people to get a decent education these days without dumbing them down with idiotic lyrics? Why not have them chug lead paint while we’re at it? Most people will be lucky if they remember all six vowels at the end of the set.

You think that guy who shot up his TV after watching Bristol Palin on Dancing with the Stars was an anomaly? Just wait until the BEP play.

The NFL somewhat redeemed itself with the Prince and Bruce Springsteen halftime shows which were actually decent. They failed again with The Who. The producers of the CSI shows must have pictures of Roger Goodell with a goat. How does a purveyor of kiddie porn get into the country anyway? Research, my ass.

Justin Beiber and Willow Smith must not have been available but there’s plenty of time to force the millions watching to whip their hair. What’s Up With People doing these days?