"Alasdair Gray is known as a novelist and artist, but he’s also written a fair number of plays too. There’s some good work amongst these that isn’t as widely known as it could be, and so The Skinny is proudly sponsoring two events launching a new collected edition of Mr Gray’s plays. A Gray Play Book will be launched at the Glasgow Film Theatre on 17 November and at Edinburgh’s Traverse Theatre on 8 December. The book contains not only a number of plays written for the stage or radio, but also personal notes and, intriguingly, storyboards for an unmade film of Lanark, and a film script of Poor Things.”
Purple drank’ is a slang term for a recreational drug popular in the hip-hop community of the southern United States. Its main ingredient is prescription-strength cough syrup containing Codeine and Promethazine. Cough syrup is typically mixed with ingredients such as Sprite soft drink and pieces of Jolly Rancher candy. The purplish hue of purple drank comes from dyes in the cough syrup.
On Friday (October 23), Cash Money Records CEOs Ronald “Slim” Williams and Bryan “Baby” Williams spoke out for the first time since their franchise artist Lil Wayne plead guilty to gun possession Thursday in New York City. Not surprisingly, the two record executives declared their unwavering support of Wayne. He’s been with the brothers for more than 15 years now, and they consider him not just an act on the roster, but family. In fact, both Baby and Slim appeared alongside Wayne in court on Thursday.
"The Cash Money family will continue to support our artist and friend Lil Wayne in his current court case,” the Williams brothers said in a joint statement. “We have worked with Wayne since he was a teenager, and have seen him grow into one of the world’s most successful hip-hop artists, with a work ethic that is second to none. Wayne has our love and commitment during this difficult time. We always have and always will stand behind him.”
Wayne is due for sentencing in February of 2010. At that time he is expected to be sentenced to a year in prison, and will probably serve eight to 10 months, assuming good behavior.
The incident took place in July 2007, when police pulled over Wayne’s tour bus at around 11:30 p.m. on the night of his show at New York’s Beacon Theatre. They arrested the rapper for criminal possession of a weapon and another man on the bus for criminal possession of marijuana. Even before his show that night, Wayne made repeated comments from the stage about being hassled by police and threatened not to perform in New York again.
Why are you doing this to me Weezy? Has no-one learned from T.I. buying enough guns to start a small army? For the love of…. have fun making mixtapes in the pen. On a positive note, it might mean another delay for The Rebirth album. Rappers should not make rock music. And maybe some time away from your autotune will make you realise it was fucking with the voice way too much for you to sound as good as you did on The Carter.
I fainted on Argyle St waiting for my bus home. Not only that, but when I collapsed I fell into the path of a bus and smacked the left side of my body against it - then fell under it. Fuck. So now I have a sprained collarbone muscle, a busted up chin and a damn sore head and left arm. I am flllyyyyiiiiiiiiiin’ off the painkiller meds, which is pretty great, because I can barely read or write properly in the week of 2 essays needing done, and I think I’d rather sleep that worry….
They came because they were afraid or unafraid, because they were happy or unhappy, because they felt like Pilgrims or did not feel like Pilgrims. There was a reason for each man. They were leaving bad wives or bad jobs or bad towns; they were coming to find something or leave something or get something, to dig up something or bury something or leave something alone. They were coming with small dreams or large dreams or none at all. But a government finger pointed from four-colour posters in many towns: THERE’S WORK FOR YOU IN THE SKY: SEE MARS! and the men shuffled forward, only a few at first, a double-score, for most men felt the great illness in them even before the rocket fired into space. And this disease was called The Loneliness, because when you saw your home town dwindle to the size of your fist and then lemon-size and then pin-size and vanish in the fire-wake, you felt you had never been born, there was no town, you were nowhere, with space all around, nothing familiar, only other strange men. And when the state of Illinois, Iowa, Missouri, or Montana vanished into cloud seas, and, doubly, when the United States shrank to a misted island and the entire planet Earth became a muddy baseball tossed away, then you were alone, wandering in the meadows of space, on your way to a place you couldn’t imagine.
So it was unusual that the first men were few. The numer grew steadily in proportion to the census of Earth Men already on Mars. There was comfort in numbers. But the first Lonely Ones had to stand by themselves…