Rock on, super gnarly high-flyers and jetsetters. Starting on March 1 of this year, all musicians must be legally permitted to carry on their instruments on all major airlines, according to a new guideline put into place by the Department of Transportation. Let's jam!

A 20-year-old sex tape starring rapper and Kiwi-in-hiding Tupac Shakur has suddenly popped up for some reason. Highlights include singing, dancing, and a cameo from Money B from Digital Underground. Oh, and sex! Only oral, though. [Image via AP]

Given his warpaint, dark clothing, and facial expression that captures the angst and existential suffering of humankind, you might assume that this exuberant young man belongs to Homo sapiens juggalo—whose ranks have been gathering in southern Illinois this weekend to drink Faygo and pelt Charlie Sheen with trash.

British pop singer Amy Winehouse was found dead in her London home today, various news outlets are reporting.

Rick K and the Allnighters playing "Sharp Dressed Man." It would be nothing special, if Rick K and the Allnighters didn't have the best drummer in the world in their band. His Mad Skillz, inside.

Reggae star Buju Banton's cocaine trafficking case ends in a mistrial. New trial in December.

50 Cent, who lost 60 lbs. to play a cancer patient in Things Fall Apart, doesn't like taking out the garbage. How do we know? Because he freaked out on Twitter after being asked by his grandmother to do so.

Following a controversial video about ginger genocide, M.I.A. returns with a Middle Eastern-flavored internet doodle for her new poppy single "XXXO." We like her so much better when she's more beat-savvy musician and less shady activist (or phone-number-Tweeting diva).

Wyclef Jean announced this morning that he's resigning from Yele Haiti, his scandal-plagued charity, to focus on his bid for Haiti's presidency, which he'll formally announce on Larry King's show tonight.

According to an anonymous source and the rumor mill in general, Fugees maestro Wyclef Jean is going to announce his candidacy for President of Haiti. Hmm. Does Haiti care that he's had a few problems lately?

The Who are playing the Super Bowl in Miami next week. So 1,500 homes in Brevard Country received this warning about Pete Townshend. Kids: If he offers to let you "check out his Bridgestone Tires," tell an adult. [Page2Live]

The New York Post's plan to resurrect the Eliot Spitzer hooker scandal story is turning out fabulously. Day one was the "Spitzer comeback?" rumor. Day two was the Shocked Response. Now, day three: Ashley Dupre makes her return. Musically, too!

"All I remember was my sax player making a fire out of chop sticks and holding his horn over the flame to warm it up before we went on. Everyone was dressed up in moon gear." And fuck Frank Sinatra:

Boy George is going to jail. For a year and change. He handcuffed a hooker to his wall and then threatened him with sex toys and whips.

On SNL last night, Kanye West sounded disturbingly like a quiet man doing bad karaoke. Severe tech problems, or natural talent problems? Click to watch, listen, and judge.

Katherine Heigl's constant bids to control her husband Josh "Call Me Joshua" Kelley's A.D.D. addled life is truly the gift that keeps on giving. Whether it's explaining to David Letterman that the house that the newlyweds live in is most certainly hers or confiding to Oprah that she's not even really sure if she'll like Joshua once she gets to know him, we are firmly settled into Month Six of what's come to be known as "The Emasculation Of Joshua" tour. However, just when you thought that she would tone things down a smidge, Heigl's controlling ways took new life when her not-at-all-whipped "rocker" husband took to the stage at Hollywood's Hotel Café on Friday night. According to a tipster for People:

Might as well go for a music star crime news two-fer this afternoon: Atlanta rap star Young Jeezy has been implicated in a major cocaine-dealing trial. A witness testifying in a case against members of Black Mafia Family—a massive Atlanta drug gang that moved hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of coke across the country—said that Jeezy bought several kilos of coke from BMF. Well, duh. Jeezy's nickname is "Snowman":

Moby, the beep-boop musician who unfortunately can't stop talking about himself, speaks to Salon today in that very particularly grating way that only Moby can. His formula, I'm figuring out, is to vigorously agree with every insult you throw his way, then go off on tangents about how, hey, he's not like all the other yuppies who act exactly how he acts, because of his revolutionary sympathies against our white male-dominated society. Then, speak much too openly about his own sexuality and personal problems. He follows this pattern today, reminiscing that "When I was DJing in the late '80s, more often than not I'd be the only white person in the club, and I found that strangely comforting." You'll surely have that gay minority child one day, Moby! So, please tell us more than we want to know about your sex life now!

When Lou Reed performed last night at the Web 2.0 Summit dinner, it felt more like "All Tomorrow's Parties" than "No Money Down" — such a sign of excess that some vets recalled an Elvis Costello performance at an Ask.com party in the first dot-com boom.