Moving right along from the definitive movie mashup of the year to the definitive pop music mashup of the year.

"Call me Gabe Day, and not Gabe Day-Lewis/ Cause if you're trying to call me out I'm bout to Gabe Day Lose It/ Bitch, I know what my name is/ And shit I know what fame is/ Judging someone for their dad is just as bad as being racist." Your move, Chet Haze. [Noisey]

Half a year after his death, country crooner George Jones finally got a tombstone, and it is fucking Nashville epic. And for once, he had no trouble making it to the opening.

Question: Why won't Kanye West let himself be great? Answer: Kim Kardashian.

Last week, rapper Kendrick Lamar was honored among GQ's elite in the magazine's Men of the Year issue. But Lamar's label boss didn't want the honor: Anthony "Top Dawg" Tiffith, who represents Top Dawg Entertainment, unceremoniously pulled his artist from the party that accompanied the issue, calling out writer Steve Marsh's profile, "Kendrick Lamar: Rapper of the Year," for its "racial overtones."

The words "pop" and "art" can be confusing. We use "pop" to describe a piece of music from within and without—it can speak to music's genre, its sensibility, and the reaction to it, sometimes simultaneously. When we use the label "art" to describe what's already evidently art—music, for example—we do it as a way of describing a particular expressiveness or originality or difficulty. We use it to distinguish "artful" art.

Rolling Stone recently asked Eminem about the anti-gay content in his newish "Rap God," song. In it, the decidedly mortal man says "faggot," "fag," and "Little gay looking boy / So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy." He's not homophobic, though—he's just being Marshall. Here is the excerpt from the interview, which was conducted for an upcoming cover story:

It's just a coincidence that LGBT History Month occurs during our culturally appointed Scariest Time of the Year—it’s positioned to coincide with National Coming Out Day (October 11) and to commemorate the first National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights, which took place October 14, 1979, not with All Hallow's Eve.

The Washington Post does not like the new Arcade Fire record: "Look, I’m sure they’re very nice people, but on their fourth album, 'Reflektor,' Arcade Fire still sound like gigantic dorks with boring sex lives." And it goes on from there.

When I was in high school, a kid gave me this Velvet Underground tape. It was the first two records, dubbed onto a cassette pretty carelessly, with songs cutting off at the end of sides A and B. The kid who gave it to me was a fellow guitar player, but a lot cooler than me. He was a slouchy guy with greasy shoulder-length hair, and he told me stories about the Velvets tuning all their strings to the same note, or physically carving the frets out of the necks of their guitars so they could slide dissonantly between microtones during guitar solos. I put the tape on and it sounded like what I imagined taking drugs (a lot of drugs) felt like. It scared me. And it made me want to take drugs, which also scared me.

Metallica, three music businessmen and one headbanging scab, just announced they will do something no men who shop at Armani and "accidentally" kick children have done before: They will have a sugarless, low-calorie soda beverage send them to perform on the icy, cool, refreshing land of Antarctica.

Katy Perry is one of the most bankable contemporary pop singers—"Roar," the first single from her new album Prism, became her eighth No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 in August. Prism is expected to sell about 300,000 copies its first week in stores. It is a dreadful album, way too concerned with preserving Perry's star than using said star to push sonically. It is also dreadful because Perry has absolutely nothing to say.

It's called Reflektor, and it's streaming in full on YouTube, for now.

Britney Spears just put out a call for your "Get to Work (Bitch)" stories on Facebook. Her team would specifically like to hear about your time volunteering at the local soup kitchen, which they've helpfully illustrated with a still from the "Work Bitch" video:

The ludicrous petition to have gore-metal cretins GWAR perform at the 2015 Super Bowl Halftime Show now has 44,000-plus signatures. Only worth endorsing if the MVP is fake-murdered on a giant wheel of knives.

Billboard reports that the Roseland Ballroom, a legendary New York City venue that's history dates back to 1919, will be closing in April 2014. [Image from 2008 via AP]

Here is an incomplete, 30-second history of Eminem's homophobia and its apparent evolution: On 2000's The Marshall Mathers LP's "Criminal," he rapped, "Hate fags? The answer's yes." In 2001, he shared the stage with one of those fags, Elton John, for a rendition of "Stan" at the Grammys. In 2010, Anderson Cooper asked him if he disliked gay people, and he said, "No, I don't have any problem with nobody. You know what I mean? I'm just like whatever." In 2012, he showed his support for marriage equality by telling The New York Times Magazine, "I think if two people love each other, then what the hell? I think that everyone should have the chance to be equally miserable, if they want."

Professional sad man Morrissey had a memoir in the works, but then he didn't, but then he did, and today the British contrarian's self-portrayal was finally released in Europe. Weighing more than a pound, the 480-pager is an instant classic—that is, according to Penguin Classics, an imprint historically reserved for educational materials like Little Women and cornerstones of civilizations like the Iliad, which added Morrissey's Autobiography to its illustrious ranks by publishing this thick doorstop. Naturally, arbiters of literary standards are miffed. As if it matters.

Earlier this year, Brooklyn resident LeRoy McCarthy started an online petition to name a local street corner after Biggie Smalls, specifically an intersection near the late rapper's childhood home. The petition gained enough strength to be brought before a community board hearing yesterday and DNA Info reports that the board members weren't so keen on dedicating part of their neighborhood to the man responsible for "Ten Crack Commandments." In fact, they complained that Biggie was too criminal, too misogynistic, and, weirdly, too physically unfit to deserve the tribute.

That's essentially what one member told the room:

Prepare yourself for a needless barrage of cranky old-person opinions! Today, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame announced 16 nominees for 2014 induction, a list that includes Nirvana, the Replacements, Linda Ronstadt, Hall & Oates, N.W.A., Peter Gabriel, and a guy from NCIS: Los Angeles.