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The Long Slide: Thirty Years in American Journalismby tucker carlsonthreshold editions, 288 pages, $28

Tucker Carlson has become such a fixture in the world of cable-television news that its easy to forget he began his journalistic career as a writer. And a very good one at that, as this wide-ranging and immensely entertaining selection of essays from the past three decades serves to demonstrate. Carlsons easygoing, witty, and compulsively readable prose has appeared everywhere from The Weekly Standard (where he was on staff during the nineties) to the New York Times, the Spectator, Forbes, New Republic, Talk, GQ, Esquire, and Politico, which in January 2016 published Carlsons astonishing and prophetic article titled Donald Trump is Shocking, Vulgar, and Right. That essay has been preserved for posterity in these pages, along with twenty-two other pieces, plus a bombshell of an introduction written expressly for the occasion. More of that in a moment.

The first response of many of todays readers, particularly those who dont like the tenor of Carlsons generally right-populist politics or the preppy swagger and bubbly humor of his TV persona, will be to dismiss The Long Slide as an effort to cash in on the authors current notoriety by recycling old material to make a buck. That was my assumption when I first opened this collection. But the book has an underlying unity, and a serious message. It evokes a bygone age, an era of magazine and newspaper journalism that seems golden in retrospect, and is now so completely gone that one must strain to imagine that it ever existed at all. The simple fact is that almost none of these essays could be published today, certainly not in the same venues: They are full of language and imagery and a certain brisk cheerfulness toward their subject matter that could not possibly pass muster with the Twittering mob of humorless and ignorant moralists who dictate the editorial policies of todays elite journalism.

Carlsons writing style reflects the influence of the New Journalists such as Tom Wolfe and Hunter Thompson, who brought a jaunty, whiz-bang you-are-there narrative verve and high-spirited drama to the task of telling vividly detailed stories about unusual people and places, generally relating them in the first person. Carlsons prose is not as spectacular as Wolfes or as thrillingly unhinged as Thompsons. But it has its own virtues, being crystal clear, conversational, direct, and vigorous, never sending a lardy adjective to do the work of a well-chosen image, and never using gimmicky wild punctuation or stretched-out words to fortify a point. Hes a blue-blazer and button-down-collar guy, not a compulsive wearer of prim white suits or a wigged-out drug gourmand wearing a bucket hat and aviator glasses. But many of Carlsons writings give the same sense of reporting as an unfolding adventure, a traveling road show revolving around the reactions and experiences of the author himself.

Carlson usually shows a certain fundamental affection for the people he writes about, even if he also ribs or mocks them in some ways. In particular, there is none of that ugly contempt for the booboisie and ordinary Americans that one finds, for example, in the pages of H. L. Mencken, and in a great deal of prestige journalism. Instead, he reserves his contempt for the well-heeled know-it-alls who genuinely deserve it. In that sense, the Carlson of these essays does not seem very different from the Carlson of today. He always has been a bit of a traitor to his class, and commendably so.

That provides another good reason for this books existence. There is a cottage industry of articles out there, no doubt drawing upon thousands of gossipy lunch conversations among employed and semi-employed members of journalisms envious Hive, about the horrifying transformation that Carlson is alleged to have undergone. Tucker Carlsons transition, says the speechwriter-comedian Jon Lovett, from conservative serious-ish writer to blustery CNN guy to Daily Caller troll to race-baiting Fox News host is like ice core data on what led to this moment in our politics. Or consider the words of Liz Lenz in the Columbia Journalism Review: If we can figure out how an intelligent writer and conservative can go from writing National Magazine Awardnominated articles and being hailed by some of the best editors in the business, to shouting about immigrants on Fox News, perhaps we can understand what is happening to this country, or at least to journalism, in 2018.

Both of these no-doubt-formidable analysts are on to something. Tucker Carlson is indeed a figure of real significance in the culture of todays journalism. But not for the reasons they think. They might get further in their ruminations if they were willing to entertain the thought that it is not Carlson, but their own industry, that has changed almost beyond recognition; and that he is a brave outlier standing against a smug profession that routinely confers plaudits and prizes on itself for demonstrably false reporting and naked political advocacy.

Carlsons topics here run the gamut. The first of the essays is a long, elaborate, and rollicking tale (originally published in that New Journalism redoubt, Esquire) about a 2003 trip to West Africa in the company of some Nation of Islam members, plus Cornel West and Al Sharpton, all of whom were seeking to stop the civil war in the nation of Liberia. If that sounds like a perfect concept for a certain kind of situation comedythe rather plummy, very white, and bow-tied Carlson plunked down into and cooped up on an 11-hour Ghana Airlines flight with a group of black nationalists who couldnt mediate their way out of a paper bagyou have the idea. Throw in Professor West delivering himself of earnest disquisitions about the dialectic and paradigms and the horrors of an imperial imposition, and a Chicago pastor railing against the deadly corrupting evils of such television fare as I Love Lucy, and we have a comic feast on our hands.

Yet the article is far more than mockery. Carlson always seeks to humanize, not demonize, his subjects. West comes off as a bit of a fool but not a fake. The NOI members are earnest believers in some very strange and disturbing things, but also terrific conversationalists, smart and informed and well-mannered. And perhaps the greatest surprise of all is how well Sharpton comes off. There is a certain residual decency that shines through, underneath all the bluster and manipulation. If you find that hard to believe, all I can say is that you need to read the essay. It wont be a spoiler, though, for me to tell you in advance that the mission to Liberia failed.

Along with their humor, the essays excel in a certain kind of broad-brush portraiture. We see Ron Paul, the straight-arrow libertarian whose commitment to ideas is so intense that his aides must guard the absent-minded candidate against wandering into a gaggle of prostitutes in front of the cameras. We meet James Carville, the populist plutocrat and Democratic campaign consultant extraordinaire whom Carlson describes unsparingly, but then calls one of my favorite people in the world . . . a genuinely wise man whom he has consulted repeatedly for career advice.

There is an engrossing portrait of a driven John McCain campaigning for the Republican nomination for president in 2000: an endlessly complex and enigmatic bundle of contradictionsone minute a petty schemer, the next minute a soaring idealist, spontaneous to a fault, a witty devil-may-care quote-machine irresistible to journalists, but also a man whose high spirits and spurts of generosity and altruism would often give way to a darkness in his nature that led to regular eruptions of sheer destructiveness. A similarly subtle profile of George W. Bush as of September 1999 shows him as a remarkably open man, equipped with a brilliantly pungent sense of humor as well as a long memory for slights and grudges, whose main qualification for the White House was the fact that, unlike so many other maniacally aspirant politicians, the job of president appeared to be one that he could take or leave.

Not all of the portraits are of famous people. Carlson the writer resembles Wolfe in embracing the full spectrum of American eccentricity, and marveling at the strong and colorful oddities that a free society allows to exist. Carlsons childhood fascination with dangerous toys and explosives led him to discover Joel Suprise of Appleton, Wisconsin, whose fascination with creating ever more powerful and elaborate potato cannons led him to start his own business, the Spudgun Technology Center, which still exists today. Two essays are devoted to Derek Richardson, a con-man beggar and identity thief whom Carlson tracked down after himself being the credulous victim of the mans game. The second essay ends sadly, with the revelation of the failed life and parental disappointment behind the trajectory of this chronic deadbeat.

As this example suggests, not all of the essays are light and easy. There are serious and highly detailed accounts of the heavy use of private contractors in prosecuting Operation Iraqi Freedom, and on the persistent appeal of eugenics, though it now goes by such names as genetic counseling and prenatal diagnosis. But Carlson generally eschews the kind of moralizing and sermonizing that is required of our new media masters, preferring to show the spectacle to his readers, and leave it to them to decide what they think about it.

The introduction, however, takes a different tack. It is Carlsons apologia for the book, and it is hard-hitting. He remarks upon the changed tone of journalism since the days when these essays were written. In 1991, journalists were proud to be open-minded, and I was proud to become one. . . . Editors saw themselves as the guardians of free speech and unfettered inquiry. . . . Being despised was something you bragged about. It meant you were telling the truth.

He then goes on to describe a portion of the long slide alluded to in his title, concentrating on the descent of the book trade. He tells the story of Simon & Schusters rapid decline, beginning with its 2017 cancellation under pressure of a book deal with gay-conservative provocateur Milo Yiannopoulos. The story culminates in an excruciatingly embarrassing dialogue between Carlson and two S&S executives who find themselves unable to explain the companys decision to cancel Sen. Josh Hawleys The Tyranny of Big Tech, while moving full steam ahead with Hunter Bidens pseudo-book Beautiful Thingseven as Biden was under active investigation by the Justice Department for his shady business dealings in China.

The only possible explanation for this asymmetry is that publishing today, like journalism, has become nakedly politicized. It never occurred to me, Carlson says, that a story of mine might be killed, or rewritten into mush, because some executive thought Id voted the wrong way. If small-minded partisans had been in charge, I never could have stayed in the business. Now they are the ones in charge. At this point, people with my opinions cant [stay in the business]. Theyve been driven from traditional journalism.

And there is the problem. Anyone serious-ishly interested in examining ice core data on the causes of journalisms decline, and achieving a better understanding of what is happening to this country, need look no further than this story, along with the rest of the book. There the reader will find some sparkling examples of what a talented journalist once could do in a society freer than todays. Perhaps the next generation will make use of them.

Wilfred McClay is professor of history at Hillsdale College, and author most recently of Land of Hope: An Invitation to the Great American Story.

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SINGAPORE (CelebrityAccess) ASM Global, the venue management and consultancy formed by a merger of AEG Facilities and SMG Worldwide, announced a major expansion in the Asia Pacific region with plans to open a regional headquarters in Singapore.

We believe that this part of the world is ready for a phase of robust growth, and were investing in personnel and plans to ensure were at the forefront of a significant growth curve, said ASM Global CEO and President Ron Bension.

ASM Globals new regional command post will be led by a joint leadership team that includes the appointment of executive vice president of operations Paul Sergeant, OBE, and Ed Sanderson as executive vice president of venue development.

Sergeant, who joined ASM Global three years ago, brings more than 3 decades of relevant experience to the role. He most recently served as senior vice president. A seasoned industry veteran as well, Mr. Sandersons resume includss more than 2 decades of commercial and operational experience in venues and facilities across Asia, most recently with Populous.

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On Thursday, Ringer Films will debut the latest installment of its HBO Music Box series, DMX: Dont Try to Understand. Over the next few days, were chronicling the rappers rise and place in hip-hop history. Today, were looking into the lineage of the kings and queens of New York rap, a title DMX held in 1998 and burnished like no one before him or since.

To coincide with the release of DMX: Dont Try to Understand, we set out to give the proper context for where X fits in the annals of New York rap. While record sales are one thingand those videos of him controlling thousands of fans like a marionette are anotherits difficult to quantify just how monstrous his impact was in 1998, the year he dropped two chart-topping albums and knocked hip-hop, and the industry around it, off its axis.

So we looked back and forward from that midpointfrom recorded raps beginnings in the late 1970s all the way through the presentto pinpoint who, at any moment, was the king or queen of New York rap. Some reigns are years long and others last a handful of weeks; all had a creative and cultural impact that helped shape a genre and a city.

This exercise is not perfect and does not provide a holistic view of rap in New York in any given year. It naturally does not document any of the underground movements that, collectively, come to be just as crucial as any single star. Sometimes two deserving artists reach the height of their powers at the same time; sometimes, as with Ghostface (and debatably with Camron), a rappers time on the throne does not align with his or her creative peak. A critical reader might have questions like How could this model be tweaked to reflect the contributions of someone like Kool Keith? Or Where the fuck is Prodigy?! But this project is not aiming for a universal lensinstead its trying to identify those moments when a rappers supremacy becomes unquestionable.

What it does is trace the chain of custody, like a title belt in boxing, of that elusive thing that DMX had in 1998. At times, there is no king or queen of New Yorkother times two, three, or five people might have credible claims on the title. But tracking this speaks directly to one of raps most romantic appeals: the ability to capture, on record and for posterity, the fits of inspiration that once were the ephemeral draws of house parties and park jams.

It was Grandmaster Caz who first rapped and DJed simultaneously, practically serving as a one-man transitional phase for the genre as its focal point moved out from behind the decks. While he and the other Cold Crush Brothers were in demand as performersand the Bronx-bred Caz in particular was widely recognized as one of the premier rappers of the moment, with his metronomic, quickly paced rhymes presaging the more complex internal patterns that rappers like Rakim would later perfectthey were ambivalent about cutting records. So when their manager, Big Bank Hank, passed Cazs lyrics off as his own on the Sugarhill Gangs Rappers Delight, there was as much confusion as outrage about the commercial breakthrough by a group of unknowns. Years later Caz would recall saying, upon hearing the song that cribbed from his notebook: Who the fuck is they?

After studying the proto-rapping of pioneers like DJ Hollywood, Harlems Kurtis Blow fused hip-hops disco roots with street-level reportage. His deal with Mercury made him the first rapper signed to a major label, and The Breaks is recorded raps first masterpiece: tragic and comic, its grievances alternatingly petty and gothic.

On July 13, 1977, New York City went dark. From about 8:30 p.m. through the morning of July 14, virtually the entire city was without electricity. There was naturally a lot of small-time crime under the cover of darkness, some of it vital to hip-hops development: Grandmaster Caz claims to have liberated at least one mixing board from an electronics store, with countless other producers and DJs rumored to have done the same. Whatever the hardware situation, it was that post-blackout morning when a Bronx teenager named Melle Mel officially joined forces with an iconic DJ and handful of other young rappers to form Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.

In the late 70s and early 80s, the group performed constantly and cut a handful of records, including the crucial singles Superrappin and Freedom. But in 1982, Melle Mel tweaked the groups approachand expanded the possibilities for rap as a vehicle for sociopolitical commentary. The Message (and its unnerving documentary video) pays off what The Breaks merely suggested. Its view of poverty and social immobility in New York is as panoramic as it is nihilistic: bill collectors terrorizing debtors, dead bodies swinging like pendulums in jail cells. All the buildings was burnt out, Melle Mel would later say, recalling the Bronx of his youth. It looked like a war zone. The Message was an urgent dispatch from the front lines.

The tracksuits and gold ropes might have come from Jam Master Jay, the punishing bass from Larry Smith, and the more-than-capable counterpoints from DMC. But it was the Hollis, Queensborn Joseph Run Simmons who became the fulcrum around which rap pivoted after his groups 1983 debut. Once a DJ for Kurtis Blowand, crucially, the younger brother of Russell, who would go on to found Def JamRuns rhyme style was more urgent, more staccato than that of his predecessors. Perhaps more importantly for this projects purposes, he was the first rapper to make the sucker MCs in his rhymes into abstract, nearly mythic foes rather than some person he might have run into at a club in the Bronx. He made the question Who is the best rapper alive? an existential, rather than clerical one. Run-DMCs commercial peak would come later, with 1986s Raising Hell, which was produced by Rick Rubin and featured the Walk this Way duet with Aerosmith. But by then New York was bending toward younger rappers with ever more intricate styles and slang. Its the early, swaggering, Larry Smithproduced work that cements Runs place in the canon.

If you leaf through history books, youll find some royals who bided their time before taking their thrones by force, and others who were thrust into power when they barely into their teen years. Roxanne Shante is both, a preternatural talent who staged a coup when she was just 14. That was the year the Queens native bumped into Marley Marl and the legendary DJ Mr. Magic; together, they hatched a plan to record a response to U.T.F.O.s Roxanne, Roxanne. Roxannes Revenge not only launched Shantes career, but sparked the Roxanne Wars, an endless string of response records that smuggled raps battle ethos onto wax.

LL Cool J raps like he was dropped in a vat of charisma as a child. Just as importantly, he spent his formative years in Queens studying early hip-hop, a fixation his family encouraged: His mother scrounged money to buy him a drum machine, and his arsenal of hardware was rounded out by his grandfather, a jazz saxophonist. By the time he was in high school, he was cutting his own demo tapes and lobbing them to record companies; he landed at the newly formed Def Jam, and 1984s I Need a Beat was the second rap single the label ever issued. Radio, released late the following year, made him a superstar.

LLs debut was produced almost entirely by Rick Rubin, whose beats are confrontationally spare (his credit on the LPs back cover reads Reduced by Rick Rubin). Their monstrous low ends are balanced by LLs vocals, which brim with personalitythe raps are forceful, but their edges are sanded down just a bit when compared to Runs rawer early work. Radio was merely the first of six platinum albums that LL would release through 1997, and he would continue to be a highly visible rapper and actor into the 2010s. But the commercial breakthrough that his first album represented would spawn rappers who surpassed him, either in terms of sheer celebrity or pointed opposition to it.

In 1985, when LL was finishing his first platinum record and buying his nth gold rope, a teenager named Lawrence Kris Parker was scamming his way into a different kind of metal. A resident of the Franklin Avenue Armory Mens Shelter on 166th St. in the Bronx, Kris would claim phony job interviews to receive free subway tokens from the shelters employment program. One social worker, Scott Sterling, sniffed out the grift and confronted Kris; the two got into a shouting match so heated they had to be separated by building security. Weeks later, the two had become inseparableas KRS-One and DJ Scott La Rock, the founding members of Boogie Down Productions.

BDP cut some demos; early listeners, including Mr. Magic, were indifferent. So when Magics Juice Crew compatriot, MC Shan, released a single called The Bridge, KRS was all too eager to fire back, even if doing so required a willful misunderstanding of the songs lyrics. Shan has always claimed that the story, in The Bridge, of how it all got started way back when is merely him telling the story of how rap in Queensbridge began, rather than making the claim that hip-hop began in Queensbridge. But KRSs responsesSouth Bronx and especially The Bridge Is Overvaulted him to the top of New York; his careening vocals, which flaunted his Jamaican roots, boomed across the boroughs.

KRS would go on to cement himself as one of the greatest rappers ever, with an extensive catalog and unshakable, if sometimes rigid perspective, but Scott La Rock would tragically not live to see this. In 1987, just a few months after the release of BDPs staggering debut, Criminal Minded, he was killed after trying to mediate a feud between the other BDP member, D-Nice, and a pair of men. He was 25.

There is studied cool and then the kind that cant be taught; Rakim excelled in both categories. A naturally charming high school quarterback on his native Long Island, Ra would also pore over the dictionary and pages of notebook paper, which he divided into grids so that the syllables in his raps would land just so. Though hungry for opportunity, he would not pander to an audience, no matter how distinguished it was: When he got a chance, as a high schooler, to record in the already legendary Marley Marls home studio, he sat on a couch to lay his vocals, refusing Marleys urges to rap more animatedlyadvice that was echoed by the similarly revered MC Shan, who dropped by the session and was similarly ignored. That unshakable poise preserved a truly distinctive voice. Paid in Full is the greatest rap album of the 80s. Ras cutthroat perspective, Five Percenter teachings, andmost importantlyhis intricate internal rhymes mutated the form forever.

By 1988, Slick Rick was already something of a legend. La Di Da Di had been a hit for two summers: It was on tapes and mix shows in 85 and on radio in 86. That single earned him a reputation as hip-hops first great longform storyteller; you wouldnt have to look hard to find people who claim that his first LP, The Great Adventures of Slick Rick, is still the apex of narrative writing in the genre.

Ricks own life story reads like a parable. Born in London, blinded in one eye by broken glass as a baby, and ferried to the Bronx just as rap was beginning. He absorbed the culture but retained that lilting accent; he covered the eye first with a utilitarian patch, then ones that were studded with diamonds. Later there would be two stints in prison and marathon battles with immigration services. But at his sharpest, Rick was as inimitable a writer as he was a vocalist, his tales as uproariously funny as they could be unbelievably grave. See Childrens Story, which is at turns sarcastic and shockingly violent, a tidy little bedtime tale that ends with the police murdering a 17-year-old. Rick raps: I still hear him scream. Then he tucks the kids in.

Where many of raps early stars were shockingly youngLL and Rakim got their starts in high school, Run-DMC broke through when that pair had just started universityLong Islands Chuck D was a college graduate and veteran DJ before Rick Rubin came across one of his demos and lured him to the then-upstart Def Jam, and he was about to turn 27 when Public Enemys debut, 1987s Yo! Bum Rush the Show, was released. Though authoritative and frequently engaging, that album might have seemed an immediate relicChucks political discontent rendered in cadences that were rapidly becoming obsolete over early Bomb Squad beats that skewed too often toward the circa-85 Def Jam style that Radio typified.

It was Public Enemys sophomore record, 1988s It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back, that transformed the group into one of the most vital the genre would ever see, and Chuck into one of its most inimitable voices. While the beats grew stranger and more serrated, Chuck sharpened his writing, taking vicious swings at the press, the lawyers, and the feds. (That final group was the target of the finest Public Enemy song, Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos, which opens, unforgettably: I got a letter from the government the other day / I opened and read it, it said they were suckers.) Backlash to the groups political affiliations rattled Chuck only momentarily; PE returned the following year with Fight the Power, which soundtracked Spike Lees Do the Right Thing and distilled his mission statement into a single song.

On 1990s Fear of a Black Planet, The Bomb Squads ravenous sampling became cacophonous in the best waya way that would become legally impossible in the years to comeand Chucks command of his cannonlike baritone only deepened. (So did his interplay with the other PE members; look no further than the way he and Flavor Flav play their vocal tones off one anothers on the opening line of Fight the Power.) As a songwriter, Chuck showed how to explore each nook and crevice of his psyche without conceding to a political or aesthetic middle. He did not compromisehe doubled down.

While Rakims first two albums vindicate his choice, made on Marleys Marls couch, to preserve the placid voice Marley tried to turn more aggressive, 1990s Let the Rhythm Hit Em belatedly allows some of that agitation to seep in. Rakims deeper vocal tone on Rhythm, 92s Know the Ledge, and the same years Dont Sweat the Technique implies a fury that only he could harness so effectively and use to reclaim the throne hed relinquished.

From The Breaks on, the crime rendered in rap music has been treated as literal truthby white critics unwilling to grant creative license to Black artists, by cops trying to pin charges on rappers, and by voyeuristic fans. Kool G Rap challenged this by writing harrowing crime tales that played like pulp novels or mob pictures, the violence heightened and stylized, the stakes dizzying but ready to reset when the tape turned over. The mafioso bent to New York rap in the mid-90severything from Only Built 4 Cuban Linx to It Was Written, from the suits Jay wore on his album covers to Big taking his nickname from King of New Yorkcan be traced directly to the Queens native. But G Rap is more than just a blueprint. The Juice Crew linchpin was also one of the great technical innovators of his era, his cadences so pliable they would sound fresh if heard for the first time today. With 1992s Live and Let Die, his third album with DJ Polo, G Rap cemented himself as one of the great American crime writers in any medium.

As the 1980s gave way to the 90s, the Native Tongues movement spearheaded by A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, and the Jungle Brothers was fast becoming one of the most significant aesthetic and ideological forces in rap. Tribes second album, The Low End Theory, was particularly foundational, stripping away layer after layer from each songs mix until little remained beyond bass and the Queens native Q-Tips slightly biting wit. Their follow-up, Midnight Marauders, was released toward the end of 1993, by which point the Native Tongues were losing collective steam (that was the year a De La song famously stated That Native shit is dead). But Marauders confirmed Tribe as stars big enough as to be undeterred by that sand-shifting, and Q-Tip as the buoyant, increasingly provocative engine behind them, an MC and producer with few peers, the purest representation of raps connection, in sound and spirit, to jazz.

Illmatic was not a surprise. Nasir Jones was a prodigyraised in the Queensbridge Houses and bitter, even as a 13-year-old, that the Juice Crew didnt recruit him for the Bridge Wars. His verse on Main Sources Live at the Barbecue, released when he was still 17, made him a commodity; the following year, in 1992, he signed to Columbia, dropped the Nasty from his stage name, and got to work on that debut album, which would be rushed to avoid bootlegging and immediately dubbed a classic by The Source. And still, the fervor barely captures the achievement. Over a collection of beats by the most in-demand producers in New YorkQ-Tip and Pete Rock, DJ Premier and Large ProfessorNas deepened the grooves that Rakim had first scratched, his labyrinthine verses full of hairpin turns and internal rhymes so complex as to be mathematical. The technique dazzled, but was ultimately beside the point. What elevates Illmatic above even those rare albums that match its precision is the depth of feeling Nas brings to his early childhood memories of Queens, the hints of performance in his nominally reassuring letters to a friend behind bars, the kind of premature weariness only a precocious 20-year-old can channel on his birthday. Just months before, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) had offered a tantalizing new paradigm for how rap songs could sound. Illmatic did something different: It looped back around to raps beginningsNass transparent baby face on its cover, clips from Wild Style in its introand recoded the DNA that mapped the genres most basic elements.

There is no evidence of Christopher Wallace being less than a genius. The few early, amateur recordings that survive betray superhuman timing and a fearsome intelligence; Big was the most observant person in the room and also the funniest, his words tumbling out in perfect time. When the studio sessions for his first album were halted because the guy who signed him got fired from the label, Big shrugged, then moved down to Raleigh so he could sell drugs and keep eating. When he came back to New York the following year, not only had his skills not atrophiedhis voice had grown richer and smoother, his natural charisma translating even more clearly than before. Oh, and he didnt need to write the rhymes on paper anymore. He simply remembered them.

At this point even the most arcane bits of trivia are widely known. (There are a lot of murals.) But the cottage industry actually undersells Bigs sheer brilliancethe breathtaking detail of his story raps, his disarming willingness to say truly ugly things on record, the way that ugliness burnished his myth while undercutting the very notion of rappers as heroes. Ready to Die is like a brilliant short story collection, each song finding a novel way into its narrative action, each character distinct. Not even Rae and Ghosts disapproval could make a meaningful dent. Its follow-up, the double-disc Life After Death, is a two-hour heat check, proof that Big had mastered every style of popular rap before the age of 25.

In his too-brief life, Big was not only the best and most popular rapper in New York, but the one who made that crown seem crucial. See Kick in the Door, the swaggering DJ Premier production from Life After Deaths first disc, a cryptic diss so beloved that Nas would later boast he was one of its targets. On that song, Big mocks the rappers who took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit and those who were still recouping, perhaps a reference to Nas, who was rumored to have rented clothes for the 1995 Source Awards. Whatever his intentions, Kick in the Door made one thing clear: The mantle was Bigs, and anyone seeking it had better up his game dramatically.

On March 9, 1997, Christopher Wallace was shot and killed at the corner of Fairfax Avenue and Wilshire Boulevard in Los Angeles. He was 24 years old. The case remains unsolved.

The absence left by the tragedy is not the same as the creative ebbs and flows documented throughout this exercise; Big left a void that would not immediately be filled. This is not to say there were not significant records coming out of New York. Mases Harlem World and Puffs No Way Out kept Bad Boy briefly in the limelight; Busta Rhymes was becoming a genuine solo star after splitting from Leaders of the New School; on a smaller scale, the release of Company Flows Funcrusher Plus presaged the Def Jux takeover that would happen in the first half of the next decade. But the summer belonged to Wu-Tang. From November of 93 on, the group from Staten Island had rap in something just short of a chokehold: Not only was 36 Chambers a landmark achievement, but at least three of the five solo albums released in that span could be considered masterpieces. Their second group effort, Wu-Tang Forever, was maximalist in every sense, a sprawling double disc that features some of the members sharpest, most idiosyncratic writingand likely confirms Ghostface Killah as the best rapper in New York at a moment when there couldnt be one, at least in spirit.

It is strange to consider that there was time before DMX. His 1998, which saw the release of a debut album, Its Dark and Hell Is Hot, and its follow-upFlesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood, coaxed out of him by Def Jam, which offered a million-dollar bonus if he could cut another album in 30 dayswas practically apocalyptic. Raised way up in Yonkers, Earl Simmons honed his jagged voice and accumulated three lifetimes worth of stories and spiritual angst before unleashing them in what came to seem like a single, unbroken outburst. Few artists in any genre have had such an unquestionable stranglehold over their fields at a given time. What makes Xs music resonant to this day is his ability to lurch from an urgent, all-id present tense to moments of tortured self-inventory. He would plead with God and snarl at his enemies; sometimes he caught himself mistaking the two.

After Bigs death, Jay-Z made an explicit move for the throne. In My Lifetime, Vol. 1, released less than eight months after the assassination, taps Puff and the Hitmen for production duties and features a number of crossover attempts, including one called The City Is Mine. It sold significantly better than 1996s Reasonable Doubt, but did not quite make him a superstar; he would cross that threshold in 98, with Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life and its quartet of massive singles. But 98 belonged to DMX. It wasnt until the following year, when Jay stabbed Un Rivera dropped his third album, Vol. 3 Life and Times of S. Carter, that he could credibly claim New York as his own.

Born in Brooklyn and raised in the Marcy Houses, Jay apprenticed under Jaz-O, who was known as one of that boroughs best unsigned rappers until he landed with EMI and allowed that label to torch his imagewith a video that featured his young apprentice. Jay took what he learned from Jaz (the cautionary business tales, the hypertechnical fast-rapping that he would perfect, then slow down into something more wieldy) and reassessed. By the time Vol. 3 was released to huge fanfareit went triple-platinum in 14 months despite rampant bootleggingJay was simultaneously the center of the pop-rap universe and one of the genres most daring stylists. This sort of dual-track focus allowed him to hold the crown while he transformed his image: Vol. 3 gave way to 2000s The Dynasty: Roc La Familia and then to The Blueprint, on which Jay sank deep into midtempo raps over warmly rendered soul samples and successfully cemented his legacy among establishment critics.

From its inception, rap had evolved at a breakneck place; those at its center one day might seem obsolete the next. But Jay-Z released albums as if by metronome, one every year, and grew steadily bigger. He was ruthless in boardrooms and had an omnivorous ear that let him subsume bubbling styles into his own. Jay famously wore a Che Guevara shirt when he taped MTVs Unplugged on November 18, 2001, but at that moment he seemed more like Castro: inevitable and here indefinitely.

While Jay was making his way to the top of the food chain, Nas was watching his reputation erode. His excellent second album, It Was Written, was the subject of considerable debate among fans and critics when it came out, some balking at its occasional commercial sheen. A planned third album was decimated by leaks, and each of two LPs he released in 1999 was met with mixed reviews. On The Blueprint, Jay attempted to put Nas out of his supposed misery with Takeover, a diss song that poked at Nass diminishing credibility and implied a relationship with the mother of Nass child. It did not seem to leave a lot of room for spin.

But five days after Jay taped Unplugged, his reign came to an abrupt end. Ether, Nass scorched-earth response to Takeover, was so powerful that it tipped the balance of power back in his favor almost instantly, paving the way for his triumphant, five-mic comeback album, Stillmatic. There is a reasonable case to be made that, in hindsight, Takeover is both a better song and more surgical diss than Ether. But to hand the fight to Jay is to ignore every shred of context. If the King of New York title is like a boxing belt, and each individual feud its own match, then that sports rules apply: It doesnt matter whos ahead on the cards when someone lands a knockout blow.

All the way back when 50 Cent was Fifty Cent, Jam Master Jay was running the Queens native through a very specific type of boot camp. The Run-DMC legend, who signed the rapper to a production deal after a chance meeting outside a Manhattan club, would invite 50 to the studio, put on a beat, and make him write a hookthen another, and another after that. Its the type of rote work that would likely frustrate a young artist; its also the type of experience that would come in handy if that young artist was one day left for dead and expected to claw his way back if he expected anything at all.

The story of 50s ill-fated Columbia deal, near-assassination, and long recovery is, by this point, well known. Even someone unfamiliar with the details would recognize the aftermath: the bulletproof vests as couture, the lisp caused by shrapnel left in his tongue. When the industry was convinced 50 was too toxic to touch, he forced the issue, recording a deluge of bewilderingly charismatic mixtape songs, the funniest and most menacing in rap at that moment. What followedthe deal with Interscope, the XXL cover with Eminem and Dr. Dre, the debut album that was as hyped as any since Doggystylewas a well-deserved coronation.

By the time Get Rich or Die Tryin was out, 50 was teasing the G-Unit album, Beg for Mercy; when that dropped, he was already giving interviews about his sophomore set, originally called St. Valentines Day Massacre. It would later be revealed that during this period he was also writing songs for the Game, whose own debut, The Documentary, was a priority for Interscope. By the end of that run, 50 had simply burned out. But at that point, he was so massive that his falteringhe lost a first-week sales showdown in the fall of 2007 to Kanye Westwas cast as a signal that all of gangsta rap was obsolete. There has not been a superstar like 50 since 50, and the economics of the record industry are such that there likely never will be again. Drake, whose breakthrough at the end of the 2000s marked the beginning of a new era, is bigger by any measure, but his continued supremacy is the product of careful calibration: His syntax is constantly updated to flow with the prevailing winds, as is his Rolodex. In 2002, 50 made himself inevitable through brute force, a villain to his core.

You could argue that Camrons creative or cultural apex came earlierin that post-9/11 fugue when Dipset was gleefully referring to itself as Harlems Al-Qaeda; on 2002s Come Home With Me, which featured his first major hits; on 2000s SDE, simply because he said I aint no rapper, B, I skeet Uzis / And I cant actturned down three movies; or all the way back in high school, when he was allegedly outplaying Stephon Marbury in high school ball. But you seize the opportunity when its presented. With Jay-Zs retirement and 50s burnout rapidly becoming apparent, Cam struck at the very end of 2004 with Purple Haze, a delirious, overly long album that contains some of his most gleefully eccentric writing, some of his most poignant work, and songs that would go on to spawn entire subgenres of rap years later (map Get Em Girls onto the maximalist circa-2010 Lex Luger beats that would define the decade to come). Few rappers from New Yorkor anywherehave had the gift for language that Cam does, or the will and wit to bend it into such Daliesque shapes. One of the two great disses of 50 didnt hurt, either.

By 2006, Ghostface had already released two of the greatest rap records ever by a solo artist, arguably stolen a third, taken his groups sprawling second album on all scorecards, and rattled off so many other staggering verses that some could disappear into the file-sharing abyss without causing him to pause or falter. And still, Fishscale seemed like a rebirth, a mid-career Supporting Actor Oscar that keeps the offers rolling in. At a time when rappers and fans were wringing their hands over hip-hops future (and New Yorks place in it), Ghost returned to his careening, Joycean crime stories, burglars stomachs growling as they smell onions grilling below their break-ins. Speaking of Oscars, his second LP of the year, More Fish, features one of the most charmingly outlandish tales in Ghosts repertoire, a song about how his original script for a Ray Charles biopicand idea to cast Jamie Foxx in the starring rolewere stolen during a meeting at a P.F. Changs.

A half-decade after 50 Cent made a mockery of the A&R process by littering mixtapes with pop hooks catchier than the current Top 40, and just as Lil Wayne was turning the beats for radio hits into canvases for virtuosic freestyles, the Harlem-bred Max B blurred every meaningful line that remained: the ones between harmony and monotone, the avant garde and the middle, man and myth. Despite spending only five years of his adult life free from prison or jail, Biggaveli has an extensive catalog, the best of which was released between January 2007, when he was bailed out of jail, and June 2009, when he was found guilty on murder conspiracy and robbery charges and sentenced to 75 years in prison. (That sentence was shortened by a 2016 plea deal. Many reports suggest a 2021 release date, though at press time Max B remains incarcerated.) His work is comical but full of dread, muddy but with a distinct musicality, and his tapes from this era are DatPiff classics that could just as easily have been best sellers.

By the end of the 2000s, New York rap seemed to be in disarray. The traditional CD sales model had crumbled, throwing the label system into chaos; years of fretting about ringtones, snap music, crunk, and the South generally had reached deafening levels. But 2009 did see three major albums by three New York veterans, each remarkable in its own way: MF DOOMs final studio album, the gruff, muscular Born Like This; Raekwons Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Pt. II, which smartly splits the difference between nostalgia and the cutting edge; and The Ecstatic, which is secretly Mos Defs best solo LP. Those last two albums reach back even further, making superb use of Slick Rickon OB4CL2s cheeky We Will Rob You and The Ecstatics Auditorium, which is built around one of the finest verses of The Rulers career.

Roc Marciano is like if the Velvet Underground only wore mink: Seemingly everyone who heard the self-produced solo work he started issuing in 2010 launched his or her own underground rap projet, and his influencethe minimal, sometimes drumless beats, the cartoon luxury enjambed against horrific naturalismis widespread in mainstream and underground rap today. Starting with his seminal Marcberg, the Long Island native stripped any sound or narrative structure he found excessive from his songs, while reveling, among what remained, in excess itself. He raps like a Bond villain whose origin story is simply Koch-era New York City.

While a new underground was taking shape, the early 2010s were a more uneven time for the pop-rap side of New York. There were entrancing one-offs212 is almost enough to single-handedly win the crown for Azealia Banksbut few obvious heirs until Halloween 2011, when A$AP Rocky uploaded his breakthrough mixtape, Live.Love.A$AP. The Harlem natives $3 million deal with RCA had made him the subject of considerable speculation, but it was the tape itself that signaled the arrival of a major player. Masterminded by A$AP Yams, the enterprising Dipset-intern-turned-Tumblr genius, Rockys style was a web of interconnected influences: Memphis and Houston, high fashion and street sensibility, flourishes from late-2000s indie music and his birth name, Rakim. Rocky has gone on to be a reliable chart-topper and fixture on the festival circuit; it was at his careers very beginning when he held his hometown in a vise grip.

Karim Kharbouch grew up outside of Casablanca. He became French Montana only after his family moved to the Bronx, where he immersed himself in New York rap culture by producing with a friend a series of DVDs called Cocaine City, Smack knockoffs that became very popular among the sort of people who buy Smack knockoffs. An early alliance with Max B made him a semi-compelling also-ran; circumstance and just enough charm made him, for a brief moment in the early 2010s, the most inescapable New York rapper. The title of his album from 2021, They Got Amnesia, is appropriate: Anyone who denies his ubiquity circa 2013 is only lying to themselves.

Its been well documented that Bobby Shmurdas story is a microcosm for the way rap music is used by police and federal agencies as a pretext for harassing or jailing Black people. But the Brooklyn rappers breakthrough single, Hot N****, is also emblematic of what makes New York hip-hop so regenerative and exciting: Here is a completely unknown teenager who, in three minutes and without the aid of a chorus, not only made himself a star, but made it seem for a second like the city, the world orbited around him and his friends. Hot N**** takes its beat from a Lloyd Banks song released two years prior. That Banks song was inconsequential, which is not to say it was thrown together thoughtlessly. The sound of the crow [in the beat] was because I loved those gothic horror movies, its producer, Jahlil Beats, said recently, but it was also to symbolize that death is always stalking Black people in America. It can strike at any moment.

It is very easy to imagine a course of history in which Nicki Minaj is associated with cities other than her hometown. The Trinidadian rapper, who grew up in Queens, was introduced to many on Lil Waynes 2007 mixtape Da Drought 3; her own breakthrough record, 2009s Beam Me Up Scotty, was recorded mostly in Atlanta, where she became closely associated with Gucci Mane, the greatest talent scout of his generation. But a half-decade after Scotty, Nicki had stepped out of all those shadows. She was cutthroat but wildly animated, with pop hits and menacing mixtape cuts dropping simultaneously. Her album from 2014, The Pinkprint, was a blockbuster, merging her Billboard instincts with her most outre, experimental tics.

After trying and failing to break into the industry in the 90s as a member of the group Natural Elements, Ka retreated for years, returning in the 2010s as one of hip-hops great auteurs. His formally inventive, chillingly cryptic records, which are not only self-produced but packaged and shipped by hand, made waves to the point that he was the target of a 2016 front-page hit piece in the New York Post. In the ecosystem of underground rappers who have scavenged for old styles to repurpose in radical new ways, Ka is the apex predator. Honor Killed the Samurai, his album from the same year as the Post piece, is a master class in economy, not an inessential hi-hat or preposition to be found. While he seldom writes long, linear narratives, he is not dealing in the quick quips of early 50 Cent or in Ghostfaces psychedelic free association. Ka writes instead in short thoughts that often turn to aphorism, as if every bar is something a wise uncle often repeated. But there is little comfort to be gleaned from the advice. Dread suffuses his work, as if hes frozen in the last few seconds before a horror movies first kill.

It is tempting to see transfers of power as paradigm shifts in terms of how music will be discovered and distributed in the futureto say that 50s mixtape run marked a new era of artist agency, or that Max Bs signaled the end of albums as a format all together. Cardi Bs rise dispels that notion. Despite entering the public consciousness through Instagram and reality TV appearances, Cardis musicher breakthrough mixtapes and debut album, 2018s Invasion of Privacyquickly allowed her to take over terrestrial radio, making her a monocultural figure in a time that was thought to be incapable of producing any more.

Though drill, with its roots in dance musics complex drum programming, was a uniquely Chicagoan invention, its Brooklyn permutation runs neck and neck with Ka and Roc Marcis sneering minimalism as the most compelling subgenre in 2010s New Yorkand its breakout figure, Pop Smoke, quickly became the citys most obvious new star in some time. From his debut single, Welcome to the Party, the Canarsie natives voice was unmistakable, a mix of 50 Cents husky baritone and Max Bs playful atonality. His first mixtape, 2019s Meet the Woo, was produced almost entirely by 808Melo, an East Londoner whom Pop Smoke found online and flew out to New York. The unlikely pairing yielded an instant classic. Pop Smoke became so beloved in the city that by the summer of last year, the seemingly apolitical Dior came to soundtrack protests against police violence.

But he did not live to witness this repurposing of his single. On February 19, 2020, Pop Smoke was murdered during a home invasion in Los Angeles. He was only 20 years old.

As was the case after Bigs murder, Pop Smokes death leaves a vacuum. Brooklyn drill is still mutatingits now spread to the Bronxand the postEarl Sweatshirt sound typified by rappers like MIKE and Navy Blue is thriving. But the latter scene seems uninterested in the type of celebrity were noting here; none of Pops drill contemporaries, like Sleepy Hallow or Sheff G, have quite been able to seize the mantle, and while Fivio Foreign was this summers buzziest rapper based on his Donda appearance, hes a ways off from being fitted for the crown. Wiki, once an irreverent upstart as the frontman of Ratking, is now a reliable veteran who excels in the sort of autobiographical writing that is quickly canonized. Ka and Roc Marciano are still refining their visions in careful increments; the Griselda crew is having a moment, though they hail from Buffalo and seem to be making a knowing play for nostalgia. For the moment: a void.

The king or queen of New York as a concept will never be as tantalizing as it was during Bigs reign, and could never be enjoyed with the same unqualified fun after his death. It also seemed to hold less prestige as the 2000s wore on and New York was deemphasized in national rap conversations. But at the beginning of the 2020s, hip-hop is in a fascinating place: While the internet allows for rapid exchange of ideas and aesthetics, the genre is in some ways as regionally siloed as ever, with distinct stylistic movements in Michigan, Baton Rouge, Los Angeles, and exurban Florida to name just a few. Pop Smokes run was a reminder that New York is as likely as any city to produce the genres next great driver or interpreter of soundand that, when a new star does come from New York, he or she can bend the entire genre into their orbit.

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Results from golf league play around Polk County through Nov. 22 with format, date, event and winners by flight or class in alphabetical order.

Big Cypress 18-Hole Ladies, 6-6-6, One Best Ball, Two Best Balls, Three Best Balls, Nov. 16: Darlene Wohlers/Betsy Griggs/Gail Hanus/Blind Drawn (Pat Frank) 134, Cathy Kosmicki/Jennifer Renaud/Pat Frank/Blind Draw (Kay Hink), Diana Berube/Nancy Holroyd/Terri Traggio/Carol O'Neil and Joanne Burkemper/Allison Letourneau/Julia Shay/Blind Draw (Lise Stearns) all tied at 135. Closest to pin: Nancy Holroyd and Pat Frank.

Cleveland Heights Tuesday Women's, Ts and Fs, Nov. 16: First Flight - Barbara Kupitz 38.5, Vicki England and Kathey Milligan tied at 40.5, Susan Prevatt 41; Second - Barbara Schucht 37.0, Chris Westlund 40.0, Shirley Kalck 40.5.

Eaglebrooke 2021 Member/Member Championship, Nov. 13/14: Shootout Champions: J.P. Machek/Albert Sagnella; Al Hanif/Dave Conway. First Flight - Al Hanif/Dave Conway 137, Kyle Thomas/Reggie Alford 138; Second Flight - J.P. Machek/Albert Sagnella 141 on a playoff over Dan Girata/Steve Sharp; Third Flight - Sam Morrone/John Siddle 138, Mike Campbell/Bill Thom 140; Fourth Flight - Bob Hartley/Tony Longa 135, Keith Volkmann/Kyle Volkmann 137; Fifth Flight - Dave Daniel/John Laughlin 138, Bobby Palsa/Bill Glynn 140; Sixth Flight - Tom Seagraves/Bobby Kormos 142, Rob Clancey/Gene Hall 152.

Grasslands Women's, Low Gross/Low Net, Nov. 18: Red Division Gross - Danette Hensel 86, Linda Inslee 91, Net - Kitty Kennedy 72, Ann Zavitz 73; Silver Gross - Barb Fuchs 106, Net - Mary Ellen Krakowski 87; Purple Gross - Linda Bosko 106, Irene Bullara 109, Net - Maureen Browne and Rita Selvage both at 80.

Hamptons Couples, Two-Man Best Ball, Nov. 20: Debbie Barner/Scott MacGregor/Pete Wright/Cindy Wright 88, Paul Egan/Lesley Parsley/Margaret Campbell/Mike Frain 90, Melinda Taylor/Wayne Smithson/Ken Zeop/Luise Zeop 92. Closest to pin: No. 5 - Michael Foster; No. 12 - Lesley Parsley. Best Score: Pete Wright and Mike Frain both at 65; Sally Fiske 72.

Hamptons Friday Men's Nine-Hole/Mixed, Stableford, Nov. 19: Dan Koster plus 5, Betty Taylor plus 1, Ed Morris even.

Hamptons Thanksgiving Scramble, Nov. 22: Carson Ciavaradone/Brian Stiles/Chase South/Makayla Dewberry minus 10 on a match of cards over Rob Brooks/Greg Stephens/Don Livingston/Terry Foster, Jeff Snowball/Tim Clark/Dick O'Hora/Gary Stewart minus 9. Closest to pin: No. 7 - Bill Colclaser; No. 11 - Makayla Dewberry.

Hamptons Tuesday Men's, Net Stroke Play, Nov. 16: A Flight - Ron Davis 58, Billy Stalilonis and Dave Trombley both at 61; B - Joe Schultz 50, Bill Mann 55, George Bradley 58. Closest to pin: No. 3 - Ron Davis; No. 7 - Don Livingston; No. 11 - Dave Trombley; No. 13 - Bill Colclaser.

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Hamptons Wednesday Stableford, Nov. 17: Front plus 8, Back plus 10, Overall plus 18 - Ed Caplette/Larry Baker/Chuck Tronvig/Dick Hunnicutt. Closest to pin: Front No. 6 - Greg Stephens; No. 7 - Joe DeBonis; Back No. 13 - Billy Stalilonis; No. 15 - Clarry Sachman. Best Score: Don Livingston 62.

Highland Fairways Women's, Two-Week Eclectic Tournament, Low Gross/Net, Nov. 9/16: First Team Gross - Cee Lawrey 57, Net - Joyce Cruise 48, Robin Slattman 50, Dawn Kling 51; Second Gross - Donna Schnetzka 66, Net - Dori Dong 49, Chari Prunoske 52 on a match of cards over Kathy Puttick; Third Gross - Debbie Bell 68, Net - Dottie Schad 44, Elaine Oblinger 46, Brenda Adams 48. Closest to pin, First Team, first and second week - Vicki Fioravant; Second Team, first week - Jonetta Middleton, second week - Kathy Puttick; Third team, first week - Peg Ostrander, second week - Betty Conner.

Lake Ashton Blue Man Group, Four-Player Teams, Best Net from Executive Tees, Nov. 10: Front 9 - Darrell Saxton/Jim Stauffer/Bob Franzese/Ghost, Dave Hetherington/David Neuner/Bill Bothwell/Jim Jameson and Bob Olesen/Jerry Ryan/Jim Smith.Jim Wagner all tied at 23, Mike Ferraro/Ken Petroff/Leo McCafferty/Charles Lindberg 24. Back 9 - John Ziebell/Don Tuttle/Tom Prindiville/Rick Amirault, Howard Kay/Bill Testa/Clyde Kitts/Larry Oliszewski and Richard Burns/Ed Pan/Tom Hicks/Mike Costello all tied at 24, Dave Hetherington/Davis Neuner/Bill Bothwell/Jim Jameson 24. Closest to the pin: Front Nine No. 8 - Don Tuttle; Back Nine No. 12 - Darrell Saxton. In The Box Plus One Best Net, Nov. 17: Front 9 - Dana Ferrande/Jerry Ryan/Clyde Kitts/Mike Costello 59, Gary Robillard/Bob Yeager/Don Fuller/Larry Oliszewski 61, Bob Garvin/David Neuner/Jim Smith/Bob Franzese 62; Back 9 - Dana Ferrande/Jerry Ryan/Clyde Kitts/Mike Costello 59, Howard Kay/Ralph Ludwick/Don Tuttle/Tom Prindiville 61, George Wilkinson/Art Luke/Tom Hoisington/Dan Papineau 66. Closest to pin: Front 9 No. 8 - Chuck Hunziker; Back 9 No. 13 - George Wilkinson.

Lake Ashton Ladies 18-Holers, Opening Day, Step-A-Side Scramble, Low Gross/Net, Nov. 16: First Flight Gross - Cindy Peck/Jackie Howison/Kim Novak/Cecily Harmon 68, Deb Nettleton/Kathy Ryan/Jackie Tressler 70, Net - Linda Franz/Carole Ferrieri/Dawn Neigh 56.3, Trish Kellar/Karen Lapointe/Nancy Testa/Sandy Alfano and Sue Fitzgerald/Jan Kipp/Sue Kurtz/Sue Buss tied at 57.9; Second Gross - Mafie Walker/Patti Panone/Kim Kutsch/Melissa Marsden 73, Deb Louder/Carol Morse/Joanne McKinley/Sandy Fleischmann 74, Net - Karen Young/Alex Latuk/Kathy Reed/Mary Donaldson 57.1, Char Walter/Mur Bouman/Pam Pagel/Judy Wyckoff 58.8. Closest to pin: No. 3 - Karen Lapointe; No. 12 - Carol Morse; No. 7 - Kathy Cargel; No. 14 - Sue Fitzgerald.

Lake Ashton Ladies Niners, Two Best Nets, Nov. 16: Carolyn Aalvaro/Alina Lindstrom/Missy Presott/Loretta Hieronomous 54, Fran Kramer/Joan Senecal/Dot Bothwell/Pat Chipak 57, Sue Plahuta/Marilyn Lancaster/Carol Gillespie/Janice Serencko 59. Closest to pin: No. 13 East - Mary Lopez.

Lake Ashton Men's, Two Best Nets, Nov. 17: Donn Yasz/Don Larsen/Frank Vasquenza/Blind Draw 120, Tom Fleming/Ted Hall/Dave Kubissa/Pat O'Neill 123, Jim Young/Jim Phillips/Steve Kettels/Mike Lavigna and Rolly Geyer/Tom Murphy/Ed Hansen/Don Abbott. Closest to pin: No. 3 - Gary Bushaw; No. 12 - Ted Hall.

Lake Bess Tuesday Men's Scramble, Random Team Draw, Nov. 6: Jim Woods/Pat Ferrio/Jimbo Stevens/Ollen Melvin minus 7. Closest to pin: No. 3 - Pat Ferrior; No. 7 - John Henderson.

Lake Wales Women's, Points in Flights, Nov. 16: Red Division First Flight - Sue Craib plus 2, Deb Hollowell plu 1; Second - Sue Vokes plus 4, Shirley Weatherford plus 1; Green First Flight - Carol McGuire plus 1, Claire Douglas minus 1; Second - Brigette Fell plus 4, Jean Merchand plus 1.

Lakeland Elks Lodge 1291 Monday League, Sandpiper, Nov. 22: A Flight - Lee Laborde plus 7, Doug Grant plus 3, J.R. Richardson plus 2; B - Ben Allred plus 8, Bob Haskins plus 3, Carol Payne plus 2. Closest to pin: No. 6 - Max Muench (50/50); No. 15 - Ben Allred.

Lakeland Men's Senior, Wedgewood, Nov. 22: Flight A - Mike Parillo plus 7, Greg Holmberg plus 4, Mike Frost plus 2; B - Wayne Clark plus 5, Dave Brown plus 4 on a match of cards over Joe Stevens; C - John Weber plus 2, Duane Gilles plus 1, Henry Bishop minus 1 on a match of cards over Wayne Welsch. Closest to pin: No. 8 and No. 15 - Bob Box. Low Gross: Bob Box 71.

Schalamar Creek Couples', Designated Driver Scramble, Nov. 17: Dan Heinzerling/Sally Heinzerling/Richard Romero/Linda Romero 70, Don Mead/Joyce Mead/Tom Mahar/Barb Mahar 75. Nine-Holers: Rick Johnson/Cynde Johnson/Ted Reid/Ginny Reid 37.

Schalamar Creek Ladies', Individual Low Gross/Low Net, Nov. 16: Green Tee Flight Gross - Joyce Mead 93, Pat Atherton 74; Yellow Gross - Jennifer Keser 92, Net - Gail Swint 68, Barb Mahar 79; Niner's Flight Gross - Jeanne Watters 51, Net - Maryse Capobianco 36.

Schalamar Creek Men's, One Best Ball Gross Plus One Best Ball Net, Nov. 15: Howard Basso/David Peer/Ed Herring/Al Horvath 133, Dan Heinzerling/Pat McGee/Jack Dorsey/Rich Baxter 137 and Don Swint/David Gray/Arlan Atherton/John Russell 141.

BARTOW INDIVIDUAL POINTS, Wednesdays, nine holes, make up your own foursome, $17 ($12 green fee and cart), pays all plus scores, night specials in the lounge. Call 863-533-9183.

CLEVELAND HEIGHTS MENS, tee times available 7:30-8:30 a.m. Wednesday through Monday and Friday, groups or individuals welcome, quota points with skins optional, eight to 10 groups now play. Call Paul Boeh at 863-738-4129.

CLEVELAND HEIGHTS TUESDAY WOMENS, every Tuesday, tee times start at 8:30 a.m. Call Shirley Kalck at 863-853-9566.

HAMPTONS TUESDAY MEN'S LEAGUE, accepting new players. Call 844-882-8157 for more information.

HUNTINGTON HILLS TWO-ASIDE, Saturdays, 18-Hole Points Quota. Check in by 8:15 a.m. Contact Terri White at 863-5594082 or eagle-2par@aol.com.

HUNTINGTON HILLS WHY WORRY WEDNESDAYS, Nine-Hole Quota Points, 5:15 p.m. shotgun start. Contact Terri White at 863-559-4082 or eagle-2par@aol.com.

LAKELAND MENS SENIOR GOLF, 7:30 a.m. shotgun starts, Mondays, play against golfers within your handicap. Call Dave Brown at 419-656-5747.

LPGA AMATEUR GOLF ASSOCIATION is looking for women to play in weekly Wednesday league and every other Saturday at various courses in the Winter Haven/Lakeland/Orlando and other areas. For more information, email Kathy Mannahan at pjacobs21@tampabay.rr.com.

POLO PARK MENS TUESDAY SCRAMBLE, 7:30 a.m. sign in. Random team draw. 18-Hole. For more information, call Polo Park Pro Shop at 863-424-3341.

POLO PARK MENS SATURDAY SCRAMBLE, 7:30 a.m. sign in. Random team draw. 18-Hole. For more information, call Polo Park Pro Shop at 863-424-3341.

WEDGEWOOD THREE-MAN SCRAMBLE, nine holes; Tuesdays at 5 p.m.; call Marcus at 863-858-4451 by 2:30 p.m. to play.

WEDGEWOOD TWO-ASIDE GAME, 9 a.m. on Wednesdays and Fridays; 18-hole points game with skins and blind draw; call Marcus at 863-858-4451.

WEDGEWOOD MIXED CO-ED SCRAMBLE, 2 p.m. Thursdays. Call Marcus at 863-858-4451 by 1 p.m. to play.

E-mail results of local golf tournaments, aces and upcoming tournaments to mquinn@theledger.com; or mail to Golf News, Ledger Sports Department, P.O. Box 408, Lakeland, Fla., 33802. Include complete scores and league names. Deadline is Monday at 5 p.m.

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The Casting Society of America has announced its full list of nominations for the 37th Artios Awards.

Deadline reports that since Broadway had been dark throughout the nomination process, the society would instead honor virtual theatre productions that happened throughout the year, naming it the Virtual Theatre Award.

Winners will be announced on March 17, 2022 at an in-person ceremony at the Beverly Hilton Hotel.

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ART - Michael Donovan, Richie FerrisDUCHESS! DUCHESS! DUCHESS! - JC ClementzMANIC MONOLOGUES - Stephanie KlapperSWEAT - Lindsay BrooksTENNESSEE WILLIAMS' THE NIGHT OF THE IGUANA - Stephanie Klapper

THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT - John Papsidera, Kim Miscia, Beth BowlingGIRLS5EVA - Cindy Tolan, Anne DavisonHACKS - Jeanne McCarthy, Nicole Abellera Hallman, Anna Mayworm (Associate)LOVE, VICTOR - Josh Einsohn, Tiffany Little Canfield, Conrad Woolfe (Associate)TED LASSO - Theo Park, Olissa Rogers (Associate)

BRIDGERTON - Kelly Valentine HendryGINNY & GEORGIA - Alyssa Weisberg, John Buchan (Location Casting), Jason Knight (Location Casting), Jamie Ember (Associate)LOVECRAFT COUNTRY - Kim Taylor-Coleman, Meagan Lewis (Location Casting), Mickie Paskal (Location Casting), Jennifer Rudnicke (Location Casting) Rebecca Carfagna (Associate), AJ Links (Associate)PERRY MASON - Sherry Thomas, Sharon Bialy, Stacia Kimler (Associate)P-VALLEY - Billy Hopkins, Ashley Ingram, Kim Taylor-Coleman, Tara Feldstein Bennett (Location Casting), Chase Paris (Location Casting)YOUR HONOR - Lauren Grey, Libby Goldstein, Junie Lowry-Johnson, Meagan Lewis (Location Casting)

A BLACK LADY SKETCH SHOW - Victoria Thomas, Leigh Jonte (Associate)CALL MY AGENT - Constance DemontoyTHE KOMINSKY METHOD - Nikki Valko, Ken Miller, Tara TreacyPEN15 - Melissa DeLiziaSHRILL - Collin Daniel, Brett Greenstein, Danny Dunitz (Associate)ZOEY'S EXTRAORDINARY PLAYLIST - Robert J. Ulrich, Eric Dawson, Carol Kritzer, Alex Newman, Sean Cossey (Location Casting), JJ Ogilvy (Location Casting)

THE BOYS - Robert J. Ulrich, Eric Dawson, Carol Kritzer, Alex Newman, Sara Kay (Location Casting), Jenny Lewis (Location Casting)THE HANDMAID'S TALE - Sharon Bialy, Sherry Thomas, Russell Scott, Robin D. Cook (Location Casting), Stacia Kimler (Associate), Jonathan Oliveira (Associate)THE MANDALORIAN - Sarah Halley FinnPOSE - Alexa L. Fogel, Elizabeth Berra (Associate)THIS IS US - Bernard Telsey, Tiffany Little Canfield, Josh Einsohn, Ryan Bernard Tymensky (Associate)

FARGO - Rachel Tenner, Mickie Paskal (Location Casting), Jennifer Rudnicke (Location Casting), Barbara Giordani (Location Casting), Francesco Vedovati (Location Casting), AJ Links (Location Casting), Rick Messina (Associate)I MAY DESTROY YOU - Julie HarkinMARE OF EASTTOWN - Avy Kaufman, Diane Heery (Location Casting), Jason Loftus (Location Casting), Harrison Nesbit (Associate)THE QUEEN'S GAMBIT - Ellen Lewis, Kate Sprance, Olivia Scott-Webb, Tina GerussiWANDAVISION - Sarah Halley Finn, Jason B. Stamey, Tara Feldstein Bennett (Location Casting), Chase Paris (Location Casting), Djinous Rowling (Associate)

COMING 2 AMERICA - Leah Daniels-Butler, George Pierre (Location Casting)OSLO - Leslee FeldmanPLAN B - Jill Anthony Thomas, Kathleen Chopin, Anthony J. Kraus (Associate), Caroline Pommert-Allegrante (Associate)SYLVIE'S LOVE - Kerry Barden, Paul Schnee, Roya Semnanian (Associate), Rachel Goldman (Associate)THE UNITED STATES VS BILLIE HOLIDAY - Leah Daniels-Butler, Billy Hopkins, Ashley Ingram, Kevin Scott, Andrea Kenyon (Location Casting), Randi Wells (Location Casting)

ALL THAT - Nickole Doro, Shayna Sherwood, Devon Brady (Associate)ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? - Sheryl Levine, Tiffany Mak (Location Casting), Morgan Rudner (Associate)BUNK'D - Howard Meltzer, Morgan Rudner (Associate), Biz Urban (Associate)FAMILY REUNION - Kim Taylor-ColemanTHE MIGHTY DUCKS: GAME CHANGERS - Alexis Frank Koczara, Christine Shevchenko, Jackie Lind (Location Casting), Tiffany Mak (Location Casting), Gianna Butler (Associate)PUNKY BREWSTER - Brett Greenstein, Collin Daniel, Jeremy O'Keefe (Associate)YOUNG DYLAN - Kim Taylor-Coleman

BIG MOUTH - Julie AshtonBOB'S BURGERS - Julie AshtonCENTRAL PARK - Julie AshtonFAMILY GUY - Christine Terry*ROBOT CHICKEN - Christine Terry*

THE CIRCLE - Erin Tomasello, Jazzy Collins (Associate), Shannon McCarty (Associate)NAILED IT! - Samantha Hanks, Ron Mare, Heather Allyn, Shannon McCarty, Anna SturgeonQUEER EYE - Danielle Gervais, Pamela Vallarelli, Ally Capriotti GrantTOP CHEF - Samantha Hanks, Ron Mare, Heather AllynWIPEOUT - Katy Wallin

GROWING FANGS - Jessica Munks, Michael MorlaniIN FRANCE, MICHELLE IS A MAN'S NAME - Lana Veenker, Eryn Goodman, Ranielle Gray (Associate)JOSIAH - Jennifer PresserPLEASE HOLD - Amanda Lenker Doyle, Chrissy Fiorilli-EllingtonSEE YOU SOON - Freya KrasnowSTAGIAIRE - Marin Hope

THE BIRCH - Kerry Barden, Paul Schnee, Lana Veenker (Location Casting), Eryn Goodman (Location Casting), Roya Semnanian (Associate), Rachel Goldman (Associate), Ranielle Gray (Associate)EMILY'S WONDER LAB - Megan SleeperLOVE, DEATH & ROBOTS - Ivy Isenberg, Natasha Vincent, Coco Kleppinger (Associate)MAPLEWORTH MURDERS - Jill Anthony Thomas, Anthony J. Kraus (Associate)WIRELESS - Mary Vernieu, Raylin Sabo, Stacey Rice (Associate)

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