Half Mandrill, Half Mandela

I watch this Soul Train Awards performance of “All About the Benjamins” now, and that Cotton Club opening is bizarre and incongruent. Had I seen it at the time, I probably woulda shrugged it off.

Kids, the late 90s was a weird time.

From The Martorialist:

If, like me, you occasionally find yourself wondering what a Bad Boy revue in Vegas would look like then here’s a 2D approximation of our fantasy, complete with the requisite dance-breakdown where Puffy flaps about with all the rhythm of a toddler who has fire-ants in his slippers.