

What is it about hip-hop/rap groups that brings out such bizarre facials and physical gesticulating in those that stand about them during photo opportunities? Witness this: The Academy Award-winning Three 6 Mafia with basic cable television stars the Wildboyz and a smattering of their crew. Jeff Tremaine looks like he just walked out of the dentist after three-to-six shots of Novocaine to the face. Chris Pontius is either very cold or he loves himself very much. Steve-O, well, he appears to be imagining an imaginary bar or countertop to rest his weary arms upon. Dimitry Elyashkevich … I don’t know. Looks to be something he might’ve learned on the mean streets of Brooklyn. The only two normal, down-to-earth folks here would be Mark Rackley (in classic athletic team yearbook pose) and Storm Taylor (former triple white convertible Cabriolet owner and suspected metrosexual turned good ole boy/producer of The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia). Anyway, just an observation.