The fashionista in question, far right, wearing the Antagonizing Brooklyn Vegan collection

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​Not making this up. Heems now ranks among the "most stylish New Yorkers." His style: "Taliban street chic." Likes: Lizzie Owens, the Duke of Windsor, "My mom's closet." Dislikes: "Those kaffiyehs everyone wears. Dead that y'all." Apocalypse: Right on schedule.

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"Rap star Lil Wayne has gotten a temporary reprieve from jail," reports the Associated Press: "for dental surgery." His lawyer apparently told the judge that Wayne needed to finish a string of procedures on/in his mouth prior to heading to Rikers. The rapper's new date with destiny is March 2. Better bring a mouth guard. [MSNBC]

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Why isn't there universal shorthand for tracks in which rappers individually single out their loved ones, from God to Mom to the local corner slinger? Lupe Fiasco's "Outro" is a bloated example that comes to mind, with 12-plus Food & Liquor minutes of Cornel West's model citizen shouting out everyone he ever added on MySpace, but these things really do need a name. "Crew clip," "homie holla," "family props," or "posse cut," as one intra-office dialogue yields, don't quite seem right. Rap nerds, where's your clever?

​Here is a link to five-year-old music blog Pop Tarts Suck Toasted, which you will notice doesn't work, because Blogspot apparently wiped it out, much to PTST mastermind Patrick Duffy's public dismay. Reached out to him just now: He's waiting for an official explanation from Blogspot but has his suspicions:

​Good look on both sides--Busy Signal featuring M.I.A., "Sound of Siren." Busy Signal has a new mixtape out on which this song is on, Hottt Ed Turf!!!, which is a bit less daggering-y and bit more "bounce bounce," according to the scholars at the FADER. (When it comes to dancehall, we bow down to the experts.) Pitchfork wonders if it's really M.I.A. on the hook/sample, but if it's not, that singer is about to have a lot more problems than just being misidentified on a tracklist. The Major Lazer wolves can find you, impersonators! [Ha, update: We were more right than we knew. It's a Major Lazer track.]

​"Guys like Talib Kweli and Lupe Fiasco rap messages and have something to say," America's second most famous living public intellectual told the University of Buffalo's Spectrum. "Now Jay-Z is on the radio and he's talented, but he's just not at the level he use to be at on Reasonable Doubt and The Blueprint. The genius is still there, but there's no more motivation." Um...glass houses, Dr. West. [UBS via Rap Radar]

​Today Lil Wayne will finally enter a plea in a Manhattan courtroom stemming from a 2007 gun charge he caught in New York City. He's expected to start serving time at Rikers Island right away--"I just say I'm looking forward to it," the rapper told Rolling Stone. Maybe. Billboard quotes City Department of Correction spokesman Stephen Morello as saying "there's no special-inmates wing" at Rikers, though Wayne's rap predecessors there--Foxy Brown, Remy Ma--were generally housed separately from the sprawling general population.

​Let's just take one more moment to wonder here at a mountainside festival in Monterrey, Mexico, with a ticket that will run you a cool $30 for three days, 75 bands, a bunch of visual artists, and a shuttle running from SXSW in Austin across the border three times a day. That's about as real as it gets. And now Todd P has announced what is more or less the full lineup for the thing: highlights include High Places, Dan Deacon (both of which are skipping SXSW to be exclusive at MtyMx), Acid Mothers Temple, Andrew W.K., Male Bonding, Grant Hart, No Age, Das Racist, Fucked Up, Salem, Talk Normal, Lucky Dragons, and a host of others, one third of which will be native to Mexico. Even more clever is the fact that though MtyMx will sport two stages, band's sets will not overlap, so you could conceivably--if you were totally insane, that is--see all 75 bands playing. The full roster is below:

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​Taut New York five-piece MiniBoone are an enchanting mesh of old-school energy and new-school melody. The band mixes the dervish energy of '78-era post-punk with the super-hooks of modern indie-pop--think Buildings And Food-era Talking Heads if David Byrne could travel back in time and tell himself about Arcade Fire. Their debut EP, Big Changes, was released last week on up-and-coming local indie Drug Front and it doesn't let up for one second of its 6-song, 20-minute run time: three-part harmonies come fast and flurrious, Wire-style grooves frame hand-scribbled clap-alongs, and feverish rants spin off their axis. "Devil In Your Eyes" has a Devo-meets-Funeral groove that propels it past the churchy opening, between the splattery dots of spindly guitar, and into a glorious chorus that dramatically splits the difference between XTC's brand of overblown pop and the Darkness's brand of overblown pop.

​Here we have the young lady who just last week rapped "Money in the air/It's the best of all/'Cause I ball ball ball ball ball/No testicles" on David Letterman announcing a 50K bounty for her lost pink stuffed monkey. His nickname is "Osk." No idea why knowing the nickname of the lost pink stuffed monkey would be particularly useful, in terms of finding him, but hey, 50 Gs of young money, yours for the taking. (More info from our Miami cohorts here.)