Liquory tooth-brushing trademark litigant Ke$ha has contributed a version of Bob Dylan's "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right" to an upcoming Amnesty International compilation of 76 Dylan covers. The results—a raw, snotty-nosed Ke$ha baring her glittery soul for the world—might surprise you.

What the world has been missing lately is a big, all-stars-on-deck charity single to benefit a needy cause (casual racism optional). So we're really glad that Kanye West, Kim Kardashian, Diddy, Chris Brown, Floyd Mayweather (Floyd Mayweather?) and others have joined together to release the "Megaupload Mega Song," to benefit the, uh, charitable cause of, well, a file-sharing site.

Rather than feel personally responsible for sending someone home on tonight's X Factor, judge Nicole Scherzinger cast a vote against 13-year-old fan favorite Rachel Crow in order to force a deadlock. Viewer votes were then used to break the tie, and—shockingly—a sobbing Rachel was eliminated, sending the audience into the anti-Scherzinger fury you'll see in the above video.

Former Total Request Live with Carson Daly mainstay Korn, a band that you — yes, you — used to love, has discovered the truth that few of the band members' Hollywood friends care to admit: Obama and his "illuminati" minions have turned this country into a "house of shame." Hmm. They must be Romney men, through and through.

NBC suits have restricted The Roots drummer Questlove's freedom to pick songs for Late Night with Jimmy Fallon after he selected "Lyin' Ass Bitch" to introduce Michele Bachmann. He must now "clear every song with three different NBC execs."

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame has announced this year's inductees, which means it's time for another round of our favorite annual ritual: being deeply embarrassed about the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Back in September, the supposed Radiohead concert at Occupy Wall Street turned out to be a big old hoax. But Radiohead's Thom Yorke did perform at a secret show with fellow Brits Massive Attack and UNKLE for Occupy London protesters in the basement of a bank yesterday.

Musical haircut Justin Bieber has a new Christmas song, "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town," and the video is inexplicably steampunk-themed. Sorry, steampunks: time to get a new quirky aesthetic pastime before it blows up among 14-year-old Beliebers.

Someday, hundreds of years from now, your great-great-great-great-etc. grandchildren will approach the jar in which your brain is kept and whisper into the microphone, What was the internet like in 2011? And they will wait, in the cluttered and dusty back room where you live, so to speak, as the computer processes and converts your firing synapses, until the small printer on the shelf below you produces a slip of paper with two words: "libertarian dubstep." And your tiny blind descendants will run off back to work in the thorium mine before the robot foremen notice their absence, and you will be left alone again, wishing you could tell them more; wishing you could show them L.A. Weekly's interview with Porter Robinson, "the libertarian dubstep guy"; wishing you could explain to them what it meant; wishing you could say why millions of young white men across the country were forwarding each other Ron Paul YouTube videos and listening to Skrillex. And then you realize that you don't really know, yourself: you—what is left of you—have never really known; you are as mystified still, centuries later, as you were that day, hundreds of years in the past, when you first heard "The State."

A Northwestern University student-tipster who's enrolled in the same American history class as Chet Haze—the rapping, acting, West Side (of Evanston)-dominating consequence of Tom Hanks' potent ejaculate—passed along this email that Haze sent across a listserv at 4 AM this morning:

Last Wednesday night, about 50 girls huddled in front of Madison Square Garden, warmed only by North Face jackets and their burning love for Justin Bieber. They were Beliebers, and for the next couple hours I planned to tag along as they rampaged through New York. Here are the crazy results.

Sultry singer Lana Del Rey started kicking up a ton of controversy on music blogs before she even had a single out. Here's the thing: she's really good. Here's her latest song, "Born to Die."

On Thursday, Lady Gaga debuted the music video for her latest single, "Marry the Night." Directed by Gaga herself and clocking in at just under 14 minutes, the epic mini-movie begins with a defeated Gaga being wheeled on a gurney into the psychiatric ward of a hospital. "I'm gonna be a star," she says.

Melanin-deficient battle rapper Mac Lethal's pancake-focused cover of Chris Brown's "Look At Me Now"—which he recorded while making pancakes—has garnered nearly half a million views since being uploaded to YouTube about 24 hours ago. Why? Because as you'll see above, it's amazing. But also: because it hit the top of Reddit's front page shortly after appearing online Wednesday morning, immediately taking its place in the Viral Video Hall of Fame and giving its creator some of the Internet's best temporary bragging rights.

The Grammy Awards nominations were announced on Wednesday night! Hooray! Everyone loves the Grammys. They're like the Oscars for blind people. And your mom's entire iPod was nominated. Here are the nominees. Congrats, Skrillex! Exchange bitcoins accordingly.

Tonight, NBC aired its annual Rockefeller Center Christmas tree lighting special. It was boring! Well, except for the part where Justin Bieber debuted the music video for his duet with Mariah Carey of "All I Want for Christmas Is You (Superfestive!)." Because what the hell?

What's that awful sound spewing from little Johnny's earbuds? If Johnny is from the age of 14-23, it's probably Skrillex. Come, old person, now that you know about Justin Bieber and "Swag" it's time to learn about the insanely popular DJ your tween offspring is currently necking to in the back of your Plymouth.

Earlier this month, a rotten tooth yanked from John Lennon's head sold for $31,200 at auction. Now, an even more boring piece of Lennonalia is on the auction block: a to-do list written in black ink on a yellow legal pad.

But first the comedic/folksy/funky/sugalumpy duo needs a story, says Bret McKenzie (the non-bespectacled half). You don't have much going on these days—maybe you should write one for them. Just don't make the jokes "too Wellington." [Image: Getty]

It's the Golden Rule of Pop Divadom: Thou shalt throw shade upon your contemporaries (so long as they aren't in the room). So consider this sprawling supercut by Rich Juzwiak the Holy Bible of Diva Cuntitude. Each clip contains a Whitney, a Mariah, a Madonna, etc., talking smack behind another one's back, followed by a clip of the gossiped-about diva talking about another diva, and so and and so forth, until it all devolves into a cannibalistic diva free-for-all, where all that's left is a pile of bones and pearly teeth and silicone inserts and Dior shoes and Versace gowns. It's very entertaining! [FourFour]