Singer/songwriter/lamb herder/wearer of the dress above Mariah Carey reportedly caused chaos earlier this week when she showed up four hours late to the taping of Tuesday's World Music Awards in Monaco. At least, that's according to the UK's Mirror:

Iggy Azalea ascends to No. 1 with "Fancy" on the latest Billboard Hot 100. She also sits at No. 2 with "Problem," her song with Ariana Grande. This makes Iggy Azalea the first act to occupy numbers 1 and 2 with her first two Hot 100 charting singles since the Beatles. Isn't the world a crazy place?

East Village Radio (EVR), the internet radio station that kept a storefront on East 1st Street and 1st Avenue and had some of the most thorough, eclectic, and loving programming of anyone broadcasting, will shutter forever tonight, the victim of skyrocketing licensing costs and peaking rents.

Over the past month, I've watched several people freak out when I've mentioned 19-year-old Chicago singer/rapper Tink's recent song "Don't Tell Nobody." The duet with Jeremih ("Birthday Sex") is compulsively listenable. It's intricately laid out melodrama told in the filthiest of terms. Switching meter nearly every four bars, with more deftness than even Beyoncé in "Drunk in Love," Tink rap-sings the verses, detailing her man's cheating, her thirst for revenge, and her weakness for being unable to let the whole thing go. It's an aural soap opera made by a prodigious talent.

Mariah Carey debuted disco throwback song "You Don't Know What To Do" (from Me. I Am Mariah...The Elusive Chanteuse) earlier on Today. This is exactly the kind of stuff she should be making. If this is a single, it could be the song of the summer (or at a personal summer jam favorite). You've been warned.

Before performing her Top 5 hit "Fancy" on last night's Jimmy Kimmel Live, Australian rapper/drag queen Iggy Azalea helped prep the squares in Kimmel's audience by rephrasing the lyrics of the song's first verse and hook. Her in-between accent as she recites (but doesn't quite rap) her lyrics is utterly bizarre, and Kimmel's translations are for the most part hilarious.

When Michael Jackson died June 25, 2009, it had been almost eight years since he hit the Top 10 of the Billboard Hot 100 in the U.S. (and just barely—2001's "You Rock My World" peaked at No. 10). Billboard reports that in the nearly five years since his death, he's sold 12.8 million albums. It is an oft-made observation that death gave him the comeback he wouldn't likely have achieved again in life. By the end, he was gone–too self-absorbed, too clouded by drug addiction. Like many greats, his creative juices had an expiration date. After the earth-shattering release of Thriller, he spent the rest of his career chasing after that level of glory, achieving aftershocks at best.

And if not, well...maybe try this one of him playing 30 songs in a minute:

Justin Timberlake appeared on last night's season premiere of Oprah Presents Master Class. By asking celebrities to discuss their success and the reasons for it in what amounts to a 40+ minute monologue, the show is basically a setup for failure or at least rambling self-indulgence. The brags, be they of the humble variety or original recipe, abound.

The weather is supposed to be positively summer-like in New York this weekend, and we've already seen the release of several major superhero movies, so it's not too early to start thinking about the music that will define our respective summers.

"Wu-Tang, baby! They rock the world!" Mmm, yeah, that sounds about right coming from a 67-year-old.

Me. I Am Mariah...The Elusive Chanteuse is latest in a long line of eccentric Mariah Carey album titles (including Butterfly, Glitter, Charmbracelet, The Emancipation of Mimi, E=MC², and Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel). Carey officially announced her long-delayed 14th studio album (out May 27) last night via the video above, explaining that the title comes from her "first and only self portrait," which she drew at age 3.

I didn't fully appreciate the 23-year-old white rapper from Australia who goes by the name of Iggy Azalea until I realized earlier this week that she's a drag queen.

"Once hip-hop culture is ubiquitous, it is also invisible." Questlove's essay on "How Hip-Hop Failed Black America" is very good. "The only thing that goes in cycles is old men talking about how things go in cycles. History is more interested in getting its nut off."

Barack and Michelle Obama have added their voices to the public grieving of Frankie Knuckles, the Chicago house pioneer who died last month at age 59. Knuckles' frequent production partner David Morales shared via Facebook a letter addressed to Knuckles' family and friends that the President and First Lady signed. It acknowledges Knuckles contribution to culture with high praise: "Frankie's work helped open minds and bring people together, blending genres to capture our attention and ignite our imaginations. He was a trailblazer in his field..."

The good news is that Prince has regained ownership of his back catalog. The bad news is that he had to reteam with Warner Bros.—the company with which he waged public war with in the '90s—to get it. But whatever, we're getting a remastered and expanded version of Purple Rain soon!

This unfiltered emotional display only makes the most likable man in pop music more likable*. After watching a montage of fan-made videos to his No. 1 hit "Happy" during his interview on Oprah Prime, Pharrell wept (and wept). When the renaissance man finally pulled himself together, he explained, "It's overwhelming, because it's like I love what I do, and I just appreciate the fact that people have believed in me for so long that I could make it to this point to feel that." Wow, superstar humility: whoever would have thought it were possible in this day and age?

Vybz Kartel, perhaps best known in the U.S. for his vocals on Major Lazer's "Pon De Floor," has been sentenced to life in jail, reports BBC Radio 1. Earlier this month, he and three associates were found guilty of murdering a man named Clive "Lizard" Williams, who was killed after a dispute with the men over illegal handguns.

A guy has taken the time to painstakingly analyze and rank all of the cuss words in popular rap albums from 1985-2013. The least we can do is to find out what he discovered.

The "Godfather of House Music" Frankie Knuckles has passed away today at age 59, as confirmed by fellow Chicago house artists DJ Deeon and Paul Johnson.