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One half of the ATG editorial board (the Reggie half) spent 2010's early months tirelessly laboring for Frontline on a documentary. It's called "The Quake" and it premiered March 30 on PBS.  In Reggie's words:

Our film is a thoughtful, exhaustive look at Haiti's unnaturally deadly disaster and the spiraling humanitarian crisis that threatens to confound the largest global relief effort in modern memory. It features interviews with Secretary Hillary Clinton, Former President Bill Clinton, and Partners in Health Founder Paul Farmer among many others.

Thanks so much for your support and don't forget to check it out!

P.S. I designed the promo graphic!


Check it out after the jump.

All photos by Callie Richmond for ATG.

We're here.

As the Interactive component of South by Southwest 2010 winds down, media geeks cut loose. Monday night, locals, badge attendees and locals wearing a badge from two years ago to sneak into prohibited areas scoured downtown for the RVIP (a traveling caravan complete with on-board open bar and karaoke that's supposedly awesome provided its impenetrable Twitter account leads you in the right direction), itself a trendy ticket as famous-for-being-attractive-and-friendly celeb, Ashton Kutcher, reportedly jumped in.

Elsewhere, ATG was shut out of the Beer Camp beer pong invitational for failing to register online beforehand, though there was plentiful, accessible free Shiner. Foursquare threw a tech meltdown at Cedar Door complete with Next singalongs. A bunch of people lined up outside a bunch of clubs for some reason or another.

Without question, the highlight of the evening came courtesy of Thrillist, celebrating the launch of an Austin branch with vodka and hip-hop charmer, Kid Sister.

Hit the jump for an exclusive slideshow from the evening, rundown of where one can find FREE HIP-HOP CONCERTS all over Austin this week.

The bad news first: next week brings an industry conference loaded with narcissism, wide-eyed idealists following loyally, artists half-assing it, corporate partners causing traffic jams, too many writers becoming self-fulfilling prophets by covering what they've been force-feeding you since CMJ, The Austin Chronicle ratting out dissenters by providing APD with a list of unofficial shindigs, slimy human beings joining forces.
Get over it.
As a music fan, none of this should matter. As a free alcohol fan, none of this should matter.
With respects to Big Boi's OutKast singalong, Kanye's antics and Bun B's Texas pride last year, 2010 is loaded with rappers that matter and loaded nightly lineups only the most cynical of heads would tune out and boasts the best SXSW hip-hop lineup ever.
First, we look at the chalk; at the sanctioned, slated showcases:


WEDNESDAY

THURSDAY

FRIDAY

SATURDAY

Stank love for album of the aughts?


We've been working on best of lists and formulating this site's second incarnation. We'll be back shortly. Hallelujah holla back.

As promised, it's time for bold predictions made with swagger, cojones, and not the slightest tinge of fear.

Our resident, makes-"Baseball Tonight"-promos-working-for-ESPN-up-in-Bristol, namedrop-worthy ace, J. Couch, goes in. I, too, go in. You won't guess our Super Bowl picks.


LISTEN.

This blog is not about sports, granted. But ATG used to write these previews during college and we think you'd agree the NFL is infinitely more interesting than Kid Cudi.

More importantly, hip-hop, over rivaling genres, is woven with American sports into a two-way, perfectly symbiotic establishment. Michael Phelps shares his affinity for Lil Wayne during his Chinese medal bonanza, then he introduces a Weezy performance at an awards show, then Lil Wayne writes a song about Phelps.

Rappers praise. Athletes listen. Most involved with either love the other and lines are crossed.

There's the justification. Also, I need to switch gears and stop writing about Jay-Z.

Moreover, if you're like the minds behind ATG, you're burning for kickoff extra hard right now. Maybe it's the way things ended last year for Cowboys fans, the brimming excitement behind extra-compelling preseason storylines, the lack of faith in baseball's modern era, the lack of American hegemony in soccer, the fact golf is more interesting when golf balls are neon colored and putts avoid windmills and dinosaurs, or that football provides the most thrilling competitive action available on my off-brand HD TV, but I'm fucking jacked.

Smell the glove here.

Sorry we took a long weekend. Ramon was busy starting a life or whatever.

Seriously, though. A thousand congrats, man. Victoria's perfect. All the love in the world.

The magazine industry is in dire straights, and the web has revolutionized music journalism beyond recognition. Times are hard for the forerunners. It goes without saying that Vibe was a legendary institution that was a breeding ground for some of the finest hip-hop journalism and journalists over the 15 years of its existence. It's ironic that the magazine's most brazen attempt to ride the Internet zeitgeist in the waning years of its relevance, April's "50 Best Hip-hop Blogs" feature, now stands as a showcase for its replacements. As they say, the show must go on.

The LA Times reports. No words here. Just silence for the undisputed King of Pop.