The last time I saw Wu Tang Clan was possibly the most disappointing concert-going experience of my life. I was in high school when the boys from Staten Island stopped by Cleveland to open for Rage Against The Machine. It was awful. They were over an hour late -- O.D.B. having gotten arrested somewhere between the hotel and the venue, the story goes -- and their show was a profoundly messy clusterfuck, the other eight guys on stage at once rapping over each other, at times not even performin
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Our experience with Sonny Long -- and the subsequent support for his fraud by people who should know better, but maybe have more in common with him than they'd like to admit -- shows me that a lot of folks in Phoenix's small but boastful hip-hop community are full of shit. With publicity materials that talk about being raised by National of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan and ties to Cappadonna of the Wu Tang Clan, I was a little suspicious of Queen YoNasDa when I got a press release about her big
