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Key Ben Roethlisberger Security Tape Vanishes

Did Big Ben just evade a key legal tackle? Security camera footage from the night Pittsburgh Steelers star Ben Roethlisberger is accused of sexually assaulting a Georgia college girl is mysteriously gone. The disappearance of security footage at Capital City nightclub was reported by the Pittsburgh Tribune Review , which claims parts of the tape have been erased . A lawyer for the club produced this explanation: “The DVD system overwrote itself … Had it just been deleted, they might have been able to save some of it.” That contradicts what owner Rocky Duncan said in the wake of the alleged incident, not only claiming he had video, but describing the footage in great detail. Duncan said that footage showed the 20-year-old Ben Roethlisberger accuser hanging out before the alleged incident and police speaking with Ben afterward. Duncan was quick to point out, however, that the video did not show Ben and his accuser going towards the bathroom where the alleged incident took place. The lawyer for the club later said cops watched the video with Rocky “shortly” after the alleged incident, but they did not take the video with them at that time. When police returned to collect the tape at a later point, that’s when they noticed the footage had been erased. This whole thing is as confusing as it is shady. No charges have been filed against Ben in this case or the previous one in which he was accused of sexually assaulting a Nevada woman, Andrea McNulty.

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Discrepancy Over Ben Roethlisberger Bar Video

Filed under: TMZ Sports , Ben Roethlisberger Ben Roethlisberger is smack in the middle of a brand new mystery — one that involves the alleged disappearance of security footage shot at Capital City nightclub on the night he was accused of sexual assault. A lawyer for Capital City, told the … Permalink

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Jersey Shore Book Deal in the Works

Who knew Ronnie and J-Woww could even read? Not us, but both Jersey Shore stars apparently signed a book deal! – and talk about a page-turner! Never Fall In Love At the Jersey Shore , a Guido’s guide to how to maintain the oh-so distinctive Jersey Shore look and attitude, brought to you by two of the show’s degenerate houseguests, J-Woww and Ronnie, is due out sometime this year. And you wonder by the publishing industry is in decline. Then again, Lauren Conrad wrote a New York Times best-seller, so you never know, right? Ronnie and J-Woww: Soon-to-be authors . For reasons very much unclear, St. Martin’s Press enlisted Jenni Farley and Ronnie Magro to break down Shore living. We assume that includes a guide to: GTL (Gym, Tanning, Laundry) FHTB (Feverish Hot Tub Boinking) FGFB (Flaunting Giant Fake Boobs) BUEFN (Breaking Up Every F*$kin’ Night) GABTCAMGSAGIFWRJOTB (Getting Arrested By The Cops After Making Gay Slurs and Getting in Fights with Random Jackasses on the Boardwalk) No doubt the advice will be something to cherish for life.

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MtyMx with Dan Deacon, Andrew WK, and Das Racist was a lot of fun

On Wednesday, with all lodging options exhausted, I opted to head south of South by Southwest to Mexico way. I was headed to MtyMx, a festival produced by Brooklyn's Todd P, and Monterrey's Yo Garage. My passage to Monterrey was pretty smooth considering the shootout between narcotraficantes and federales that blocked the highway. I took a cab to the festival on Saturday afternoon. He had no idea where Autocinema Las Torres was. It was just passed the new WalMart, and across the street from the favelas. I walked up to general admission to pickup my ticket. She asked me for the confirmation number, as she tied a pink wristband around my arm. I struggled to find the information, she just said “whatever” and told me to enter. I walked into the semi-retired drive-in, to see a sparsely populated expanse of pebbles and beer caps. I couldn't find the “secured camping area.” I saw two gringos sitting on top of their camping gear, and figured that was the closest I was going to get to security. They were friends who'd flown in from Brooklyn and Dallas respectively. They shared their sunscreen with me. We shared our discontent. A Mexican photographer snapped our pictures. I perfected my goofiest of poses. The photographers came from Mazatlan to cover the festival. We spoke in Spanish for a while, until we discovered they spoke my language better than I spoke theirs. It seemed like everyone at the festival on Saturday afternoon, was either in a band or a member of the press. The event was clearly a front for people to write blog posts about. I helped some dudes move fences into a pile next to the campsite. Was this the “secure campsite” or an art installation? Bands hadn't started yet. So I decided to maximize my pesos by buying booze at Wal-Mart. I walked down to the highway. A friendly couple of with matching asymmetrical haircuts directed me towards the mall. Inside the air-conditioned supercenter. I found 14 peso mezcal. That's distilled alcohol for the same price as a bottle of water. I knew they were checking bags for booze, so I developed a sophisticated plan for smuggling alcohol into the festival. I would hide each bottle somewhere in my backpack, hidden between clothes. I rehearsed what I would say to security if they wanted to check my bags. If I was going to get caught, I'd hide the bag behind a rock, and come back for it in the evening. When I got to the security gate, the guards didn't even ask if I had a ticket, I just walked through, with disgusting cheap alcohol. I found friends and we drank it. Once we were sufficiently sloshed, we headed to the main stage to watch Das Racist perform. They asked the sound booth to “turn the mushrooms up in the speaker.” The crowd was excited to see “those dudes who sing combination pizza hut and taco bell” not sing “combination pizza hut and taco bell.” Their catalog of high-brow-non-jokey-joke-rap went over well. Quiero Club got a hometown welcome from the audience. I was excited to see these Monterrey natives perform tracks that I've been following for years. I recommend their experimental indie pop record Nueva America. After their set, cheap mezcal + sunstroke + dehydration caught up with me. I needed to go to sleep, but my tent hadn't arrived yet. The military surplus tents were held up at the border. I heard it was because Mexican officials believed that narcoterrorists were setting up training camps disguised as the military. Later the promoter told me they were delayed because Mexican bureaucracy demands bribes. Tents started popping up. I was telling journalists how much I wanted to fall asleep. They convinced me to jump into the sample tent. I fell asleep in the “model home” before anyone could tell me not to. —- The next morning I walked around Monterrey's beautiful city center, a nice break from that grassless field. I came back Sunday afternoon to watch experimental dream popster Banjo or Freakout. As the sunset, a message told the crowd that “BEER WILL NOT BE SOLD AFTER SIX.” I rushed to the booth, and drank my first cerveza preparada of the year. A beer combined with salsa, powdered spice, and tamarindo candy. They called it a “chamochela.” I called it “kind of nasty.” I still drank the whole thing. I finished my drink during White Ninja's set. This Monterrey band, put on the strangest set I saw during the festival. It was awesome. I haven't spend enough time in music journalism school to more articulately describe this band, so take a look for yourself. I watched as Los Fancy Free, finished their set by handing guitars to audience members. It was an impressive feat, but somehow the music sounded exactly the same when played by amateurs. I wasn't sure if this diminished from the band, or made them cooler. I saw a cute Mexican girl chase down Dan Deacon. If Dan Deacon is a sex symbol, there is hope for all of us. He is able to turn broken-experimental-preset-synths into an incredible party. The crowd went nuts, and I understood why that girl was so excited to see him. Andrew WK, performed the last set of the night. I don't know which is my favorite Andrew WK song “Party, Party, Party, Party” or “Party, Party, Party, Party.” Either way I had partied too much, over the past ten days and I was very excited to head home. Though the festival was pretty disorganized, the campsite's were not secure, and the bands didn't all show up, I have to say that the concert was totally worth it. I'll see you next year in Monterrey. http://toddpnyc.com/mtymx/ added by: joshuaheller

American Idol Stars of the Week: Crystal Bowersox on "Bobby McGee," Lee DeWyze on "The Letter"

The 11 finalists all gave it their best shot, but performances by Crystal Bowersox and Lee DeWyze stood out the most on Tuesday night’s American Idol . Showing why she’s been a favorite to become the ninth American Idol winner since her first audition, Crystal channeled her inner Janis Joplin last night. Bowersox’s performance of “Me & Bobby McGee,” mentored by none other than Miley Cyrus, is even being called better than the original by some fans. That may be a stretch … or is it? Check it out and see … Crystal Bowersox: Me & Bobby McGee Once again, socks were knocked off by Crystal Bowersox . Some weeks, it’s like she’s in a class by herself and everyone else is angling to be runner-up. Lee DeWyze held his own Tuesday, however. In one of the night’s top covers of Billboard #1 hits, the Chicago product rocked the Box Tops’ “The Letter.” Follow the jump to see Lee’s performance of the song … Lee DeWyze: The Letter What do you think? Was Lee’s American Idol performance on par with Crystal? Can anyone derail the Bowersox express? Comment away!

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Hot Chip: ‘I Feel Better’

It's hard to describe how bizarre Hot Chip's new video is. An auto-tuned boy band face off with a creepy, bald alien dude. Then it gets REALLY weird. Directed by Peter Serafinowicz, the single is off Hot Chip's new album One Night Stand . (Embedding is disabled, annoyingly, but you know what to do.) The Best Links: Hot Chip: “I Feel Better” (Pitchfork) Hot Chip, “I Feel Better,” directed by Peter Serafinowicz New Hot Chip – “I Feel Better” | Stereogum Watch

Tiger Woods’ ESPN Interview: ‘I’ve done some pretty bad things’ [Breaking]

Tiger Woods gave his first interview since his multiple affairs to ESPN ‘s Tom Rinaldi. Rinaldi was allowed to ask whatever he wanted — but the interview was restricted to five minutes. Here’s the video. Woods said… pretty much nothing. He deflected some topics by claiming privacy. Which is faintly ridiculous. “I’ve done some pretty bad things,” he said, stating the obvious. He refused to answer questions about the night he crashed his Cadillac SUV, saying “it’s all in the police report — beyond that everything is between Elin and myself. As for the affairs “just one was enough — and obviously that wasn’t the case.” No it wasn’t. Woods said he is still in treatment, although he would not specify what for, and would remain so because he “saw a person that I never thought that I’d ever become, I got away from my core values, I got away from my Buddhism.” Anyone who has read his texts can attest to that. He said that his lowest point was telling his wife, who he loves “with everything I have” and his mother about his transgressions. Both conversations were “brutal, I’ve hurt them the most. To say the things that I have done, truthfully to them was very painful.” As for the marriage moving forward? “We work at it.” No shit, Tiger.

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Perez Hilton’s SXSW Party Features Crowd-Pleasing Snoop Dogg, Hole Sets

Buzz acts Alphabeat, Marina and the Diamonds, VV Brown also perform at Perez’ One Night in Austin show. By James Montgomery Snoop Dogg (file) Photo: Michael Bezjian/WireImage AUSTIN, Texas — It wasn’t exactly arctic cold, but it was close. At least by South by Southwest standards. Usually a haven for hipsters in their skin-baring finest, on Saturday, SXSW got downright chilly, with temperatures dipping into the 40s and winds howling in from the Texas plains. It didn’t really dampen spirits all that much, but it was certainly weird to see Sixth Street transformed into a parka parade. Yet, the weather was a rather apt metaphor for the closing night of SXSW 2010, because it just seemed unnatural (even though, you know, it was nature and all). And the same could be said about Saturday night’s two biggest events: a tribute concert for the late Alex Chilton , whose death on Wednesday sent a pall through a festival primarily known for good times, and Perez Hilton’s third-annual One Night in Austin party, which, with its VIP lists, sponsored lounges and DayGlo sensibilities was basically the polar opposite of everything SXSW stood for once upon a time. The Chilton tribute took place at gritty Austin blues hall Antone’s, and while that was winding down, Perez Hilton’s annual soiree was just beginning to heat up. Say what you will about the gossip maven (and there’s definitely plenty to say), over the past two years, his SXSW shindig has spotlighted some artists that have gone on to great success — Katy Perry springs to mind — and he definitely knows how to throw a party. The 2010 version was held in a sprawling warehouse something-or-other called the Whitley and was filled with all of the things that make SXSW purists cringe: a booming sound system, dueling DJs, branded everything (cupcakes, caffeinated beverages, cocktails) and plenty of neon. The bill managed to split the difference, heavy on buzzed-about acts on the undercard — Alphabeat, Marina and the Diamonds, VV Brown — yet also fronted with big names like Snoop Dogg and Hole. The crowd, which began lining up outside the Whitley some five hours before the party kicked off, was mostly into the big acts, Snoop in particular. The rapper took the stage after midnight (and after Hilton had introduced him as “somebody you usually don’t see at South by Southwest”) and went buck wild, feeding off the energy and playing nothing but the hits … though, he probably could’ve worn something other than an Oklahoma City Thunder jersey. So, we got “The Next Episode,” “Gin and Juice,” “Drop It Like It’s Hot” and “What’s My Name?” It was prime-time, silly-and-stoned Snoop (which probably explained his cover of House of Pain’s “Jump Around”), which is exactly what everyone in attendance wanted. It was a solid choice by Mr. Hilton. The wild card was, of course, Hole. After all, their shows on Friday were, to put it charitably, a little rough. And you cannot predict what Courtney Love will do when she steps onstage. But on this night, she was on her best behavior, cutting out the snotty banter and just playing songs people know (“Miss World,” “Pretty on the Inside,” even new single “Skinny Little Bitch”). Much like the wintery winds howling outside, it seemed downright unnatural. She even opened with a tribute to Chilton, playing Big Star’s “Thirteen” while partygoers looked on in befuddlement. And yet, that too was strangely fitting, especially given the circumstances and the surroundings. Global warming, tribute shows, Perez Hilton … it’s all the same, really. Especially at SXSW. Related Artists Snoop Dogg

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SXSW Tribute Concert Celebrates Alex Chilton’s Life And Work

Members of R.E.M., Meat Puppets, She & Him join the rest of Big Star to remember the late Chilton. By James Montgomery Alex Chilton Photo: Frank Mullen/ Wireimage AUSTIN, Texas — It was unseasonably cold deep in the heart of Texas on Saturday night, as winds howled and low-hanging clouds swallowed up the moon. It was the kind of weather that seems to lend itself to mourning. But inside venerable Austin blues bar Antone’s, mourning wasn’t on the menu (there were, however, tacos). Instead, friends, colleagues and disciples of the late Alex Chilton, who died earlier this week of an apparent heart attack, had gathered to pay tribute to the man and his music. And while there were a few tears shed, this was a night very much dedicated to celebration. Originally scheduled as a South by Southwest closing concert by Chilton’s influential power-pop band Big Star, the Antone’s gig instead became a memorial show . Original Star drummer Jody Stephens and newer members Ken Stringfellow and Jon Auer (who joined the band when it reformed in 1993) served as a house band as a host of top-flight talent sat in to perform Chilton’s songs and celebrate his life. Canceling the show was never an option. Before things got under way, Stephens addressed the crowd, telling them he was “stunned and shocked” by Chilton’s passing, and thanked the Austin musical community for its outpouring of support in the days following his death. He said his heart went out to Chilton’s wife, Laura, and a letter she had written for the evening was read. In the note, Laura Chilton remembered her husband as a “spontaneous, honest and generous man … who usually befriended the underdogs.” The letter brought tears to those onstage and in the audience, but as soon as Stephens was joined by Stringfellow and Auer, the sadness stopped. The trio welcomed Meat Puppet Curt Kirkwood to the stage to play guitar and sing on a stomping pair of Big Star classics — “Don’t Lie to Me” and “In the Street.” Up next was guitarist/producer Chris Stamey, who played with Chilton early in his career and went on to form jangle-pop outfit the dBs. The quartet launched into “I Am the Cosmos” (written by late Big Star member Chris Bell), highlighted by a weeping Stamey guitar solo, and “When My Baby’s Beside Me.” She & Him’s M.Ward appeared next (Auer introduced him as “a guy who used to take karate lessons with Alex”) to do a somber, acoustic version of “Big Black Car.” Then original Star bassist Andy Hummel — who left the band shortly before the release of their 1974 album, Radio City — picked up a guitar, and as die-hard fans cheered wildly, the foursome took on “Way Out West.” R.E.M. bassist Mike Mills sang lead on an effervescent “Jesus Christ.” John Doe from X did the same on “I’m in Love With a Girl,” and 27-year-old Norwegian singer Sondre Lerche turned in perhaps the night’s finest performance, a bell-clear and big-voiced turn on the classic “The Ballad of el Goodo,” which left the crowd shouting their approval. Evan Dando performed a brief acoustic tribute. Surly singer-songwriter Chuck Prophet blasted through “Thank You Friends,” and then, finally, the tribute entered the homestretch. Auer thanked Chilton’s friends for performing, and the crowd for their support, then announced, “We’ve exhausted our supply of songs, except for this last one.” And then, with Mills, Hummel, singer Susan Cowsill, and the Watson Twins joining them onstage, the band began playing the wistful, wonderful “September Gurls,” all joining forces on the chorus and letting the guitars ring loudly. The crowd called out for more, but that was it. Stephens, Auer and Stringfellow embraced, bowed and disappeared offstage. Seconds later, as the crowd clapped and a spotlight shone on a lone microphone stand, Stephens reappeared and addressed the crowd once more, thanking them for the wonderful memories and their unyielding support for the band as they struggle with the loss of their friend. “You’ve wrapped your arms around us,” Stephens said, choking up a bit. “We appreciate it.” Related Artists R.E.M. She and Him Meat Puppets

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