Lil Wayne really can't catch a break this week. On top of his ongoing battle with Cash Money Records over the release of his next album, he's apparently been the victim of a persistent troll: someone falsely reported a mass shooting at his home and booked him an unwanted appointment with a prostitute. At times like these, at least he can still get on stage and everything'll be alright for an hour or so.

Chilean radio station Top 40 held a contest earlier this week, offering tickets to the giant EDM festival Mysteryland, and one lucky winner got hers by giving a DJ a rimjob live on air (here I'm employing an extremely loose definition of "lucky").

When he's not professionally hodoring on Game of Thrones, actor Kristian Nairn is a well-known house DJ in Belfast, Ireland. He was spinning for more than a decade before he landed his famous monosyllabic HBO role, but playing Hodor has opened up some new opportunities, like a series of Thrones-themed club nights across Australia.

Baauer is the 24-year-old trap-rave producer whose future-crunk behemoth “Harlem Shake” soundtracked Norwegian army drills, morning-show derp squads, school suspensions, an FAA investigation, a fiery fall, and a mass stabbing among perhaps a zillion other flash-mob dancing demonstrations, thanks to a craze perhaps orchestrated by corporations. But despite debuting at #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 after chart rules changed to incorporate YouTube streams, the Brooklyn-based DJ insists that his best-known smash hasn't directly earned him money. How could that be?

It's Friday afternoon. Feeling good? Excited for the weekend? That's nice. Let's look at this list of men who make giant bags of money to play pre-recorded tracks in public and see if you still feel that way.

The rangy, lilting whine of Radiohead sounds awful bouncing off the corrugated metal ranges in Chipotles everywhere. This is a tried and true failure, according to Chipotle's playlist guru Christopher Golub, profiled in Denver's Westword.

The two DJs behind the Kate Middleton hospital prank, now being blamed as a contributing factor to her nurse's suicide, have either deleted their verified Twitter accounts, or had them removed.

Is conservative web-linker and race hustler Matt Drudge stalking an Israeli house DJ on Twitter? This is probably not a question you thought you would be asking yourself on a Tuesday morning. And yet: the internet has a funny way of asking questions for you.

The great American pastime of reading musicians' touring demands now encompasses the current crop of electronic producer/DJs under the stylistic umbrella of "EDM." The blog EDMsnob has leaked a host of riders from the likes of David Guetta, Afrojack, Paul Van Dyk, DJ Pauly D and current Rolling Stone cover mask-wearer deadmau5. Some of these are years old, and most of them are not unreasonable at all, but there are amusing tidbits to be gleaned. Here are a few:

Remember how the newspaper industry was devastated by the fundamental shift in media consumption habits driven by the internet, and the music industry was devastated by the fundamental shift in media consumption habits driven by the internet? Yes, well. The radio industry is also being devastated by the fundamental shift in media consumption habits driven by the internet. FYI.

One-armed South African DJ Black Coffee (Nkosinathi Maphumulo), spun records for 60 hours in an attempt to break the Guinness World Record, which will be decided next month. Maphumulo said of the event: "At some stage I held back tears."

It's summer! Everyone is having barbecues, weddings, and other soundtrack-mandatory gatherings. When you reach into your iTunes library to cue up a get-the-party-started tune, don't you dare pull up one of these jams, or we just might kill you.

Move over rapping granny! Here's DJing granny. DJ Ruth Flowers (Flowaz?) is a Parisian party sensation who discovered her love of spinning at her grandson's birthday party. She wears funky light-blocker sunglasses and is way cooler than you. [via Gawker.TV]

Ruth Flowers is remixing what the kids are listening to these days. The 69-year-old DJ traded in her knitting needles for a midi controller. And she no longer listens to Burt Bacharach unless it's a trance mix of "Magic Moments."

Thirty-three-year-old Solange Raulston, a.k.a. DJ Reverend Soul, was killed yesterday when she was sideswiped by a truck while she was riding her bike in Greenpoint, the New York Post reports. The decade's end has been tragic for North Brooklyn musicians.

The mysterious enigma that is Jesus (Luz), Madonna's 22 year-old Brazilian model/DJ boyfriend, got the Sunday Styles profile treatment this weekend. It is, in a word: hysterical.

Have you noticed that more and more social scenesters, models, and offspring of the rich and famous have morphed into DJs? It's a trend, as W points out:

Legendary hip hop DJ Mr. Magic reportedly died of a heart attack this morning. He was the man who brought rap music to the radio, and some of the most famous moments in hip hop wouldn't have happened without him.

You can look at Wendy Williams, the loud queen of hip hop talk radio, in two ways: she is popular, in the sense that her show is still one of the biggest things on the radio dial; but she's also not popular, in the sense that her crazy husband runs around her studio hiring hitmen, sexually harassing the female employees, and generally acting like a gangster, according to a new lawsuit from a traumatized publicist. Williams denies it all, including the claim that her husband slammed her up against the wall because she failed to stop smoking. But one thing she can't deny: she is mean. In 2006 she told everybody on air about how Wu-Tang rapper Method Man's wife had cancer—which was private. Method Man responded with one of the most sincere anti-gossip rants in recent history:

Not that we have to remind you, but you should be making your preparations now to attend the August 30 "Million DJ March" in Washington, DC. One million DJs—a number equal to almost all of the DJs in Williamsburg—will "descend on Washington to celebrate decades of service to the entertainment industry." And what worthier cause could there be?