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You made it now, Lex remembers Jay-Z saying. You got Beyoncé bopping to your beats.
Lex didn’t know whether to hug her or shake her hand. He went with the hug.
It happens about once a year in hip-hop production: someone invents or perfects a sound, someone figures out how to get a weird noise out of some piece of technology not designed to make that noise, someone figures out a way to make a drum machine say the same old thing with a different accent and the whole rap world tilts on its axis. If you manage to change the beat — if your sound drifts upstream from mix tapes to pop radio, if it becomes the only thing anybody wants to hear — you can change hip-hop.
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You made it now, Lex remembers Jay-Z saying. You got Beyoncé bopping to your beats.
Lex didn’t know whether to hug her or shake her hand. He went with the hug.
It happens about once a year in hip-hop production: someone invents or perfects a sound, someone figures out how to get a weird noise out of some piece of technology not designed to make that noise, someone figures out a way to make a drum machine say the same old thing with a different accent and the whole rap world tilts on its axis. If you manage to change the beat — if your sound drifts upstream from mix tapes to pop radio, if it becomes the only thing anybody wants to hear — you can change hip-hop.
Winona Forever
This is where our conversation sort of gets weird. Ryder has been talking about certain aspects of contemporary culture that confuse her, as if she’s a time traveler—which she kind of is! From the last century! She’s still figuring out how to work her iPhone. She talks about TMZ but calls it TZM. She doesn’t know who Justin Bieber is. She says she’s never seen a reality-TV show, and she seems genuinely puzzled and horrified by the existence of Celebrity Rehab. “I mean, who would want to go through that, on TV?” she says.
By Alex Pappademas, GQ
All The Dirt That’s Fit To Print
We’re used to National Enquirer stories on “shocking” plastic surgery, but in 2010 the rag almost won a Pulitzer. Alex Pappademas chronicles its evolution from tabloid to breaking-news contender

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