As we all know, altruism takes many different forms. Rarely, however, have we heard of a more touching example than the one set by Snoop Dogg during his recent trip to the Sundance Film Festival. The Doggfather, who recently yammered at anyone within earshot that he'd decided to go cold turkey on his decades-old pot-smoking habit, selflessly had the festival's promoters stock up on some high quality recreational combustibles for his pals. According to the New York Post, Dogg's rider called for several ounces of the good stuff to be flown in, since "he didn't trust the quality of the stuff in Utah." Apparently, he made that comment before consulting with those ubiquitous Osmonds, whose recorded output makes it perfectly clear they know a thing or two about herbal remedies . . .
There's nothing all that unusual about an obsessive stalker tracking down the phone number of a favorite musician for middle-of-the-night calls, but when the tables are turned, well, we start thinking "man bites dog." As such, we're tickled to report that the members of Unwritten Law are planning to spend the better part of Tuesday morning's wee hours dialing up fans to harangue them into buying copies of their imminently due disc, Here's to the Mourning. To be fair, the Law boys are only planning to call folks who've registered their willingness to pick up the phone -- and since they're not likely to pull the Ratt-like move of reversing charges on each and every call, it might just work . . .
When we look back at Van Halen's career, we see a whole lot of spandex, hair dye and mincing singers -- making it something of a surprise that they're upset about folks confusing them with an openly gay hip-hop crew known as VIP. The kings of hair replacement metal have filed suit against the latter group, claiming that the logo used on their recent Mad Coke disc is too similar to the one that's adorned just about every Van Halen disc for the last century or so. No word as to how the matter will be handled, but since Eddie and his pals seem to need a new singer every couple of years, we think some sort of merger might be in order . . .
Since most abodes have a relatively limited number of walls, the opportunity to watch paint dry doesn't come up every day -- but fans of that activity needn't fret, since a viable alternative is about to come to fruition. It seems that Roger Dean, the man responsible for creating the covers for Yes's most mind-numbing albums, is planning on developing a movie based on those works of art. Dean's planning to make it an animated affair -- as jam-packed with action as the feistiest moments of Tales From Topographic Oceans, we'd imagine -- but he's not personally animated enough to fund the project, therefore he's asking for donations. Perhaps Rick Wakeman would be willing to fork over the twenty-six cents he raked in during the busking stint we recently alerted you to . . .