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Monday, October 3
DEAR JAMIE FOXX
Dear Jamie Foxx,
Waddup, Hugo here. Just wanna give ya a heads up about a little sum'in-sum'in.
We all know you won the Oscar. We all understand your glee and joy. We all know that since your win, the movie which gave you a solid career for life has now been on DVD for quite a long time. We all know that Ray Charles is dead. We all know he was some kind of legend or something.
We all understand that you're now probably the ambassador to all things Ray Charles. We all understand that you'll always be typecasted to do biopics for black musicians, as Corky from Life Goes On was for playing retard roles.
But, please, just please, stop. Stop it with the Ray Charles thing. It's been A LONG time, alright? For shit's sake, man, I just saw you do Ray's voice AND a cameo in Kanye West's video for his new single! C'man nah! The guy's gone, you won, we all know about it -- close the book! Please! Stop making money off a dead dude!
I mean, you don't see Daniel Day Lewis parading around LA going, "AHHHHH MY LEFT FOOT MY LEFT FOOT MY LEFT FOOT!!!", right? Right.
By the way, give me back my Spice World DVD.