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...respectively). The beats are little more than standard, low-riding West Coast funk, but that’s not the point—Dre and Snoop are rap’s dynamic duo, and they have developed the Midas touch. The guest cuts are no less impressive, from Busta Rhymes’ “Holla” to Bubba Sparxxx’ Southern-fried extravaganza “Bubba Talk.” Even “Blow My Buzz,” the drug-addled offering from Eminem protégés D12, has its priorities...
...spectacle that started low and slithered downhill from there, landing in a lagoon of cheese, with BRITNEY SPEARS' joyless gyrations to her new single Slave 4 U. (She didn't like her boa, it seems.) The most curious aspect was the shameless shilling. Presenters like MACY GRAY, right, Busta Rhymes, Shakira and others were more interested in the "Song of Myself," relentlessly hawking their new releases. At least Missy Elliott (lowered from the ceiling via chandelier) had the grace to remember the singer Aaliyah with an airbrushed portrait on the back of her white leather jacket. Across the backside...
...then added layers of strings. Everyone from Eminem to Madonna has been known to beg Dre for tracks, but the Doctor decides who gets his music based entirely on feel. Truck Volume, with its exaggerated haunted-house vibe, seemed like a good fit for the exuberantly hoarse rapper Busta Rhymes. "Busta just sounds crazy to me," Dre says...
...suitably incongruous venue probably chosen to accentuate, by contrast, the rock 'n' roll spirit of the participants who, compared to pretty much anything else other than the Metropolitan Opera House, lacked both rock and roll, not to mention hip and hop. On my way in I spied rapper Busta Rhymes going past the ticket-takers with a four-member posse in tow (somehow I imaged Busta with a much bigger posse); a few minutes later I nearly ran into Jon Bon Jovi in the hallway, wearing a big cowboy hat (he's taller than you might expect, but that could...
...further dismayed when the Dixie Chicks and Busta Rhymes turned up on my playlist. Not that I've got anything against them, but what happened to no country and no rap? It turns out that Sonicnet has its own intrinsic ratings for each artist; all your initial choices do is move these ratings up or down a star. At least you can pan artists as they're playing, making sure they don't play again, or skip ahead if your ears are hurting. But I won't be handing out the Web address for Taylor Radio until I've done...