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Fans react to Tyler, the Creator, Doja Cat, Janelle Monáe, and Killer Mike's Outkast tribute – and André 3000 not performing
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Fans react to Tyler, the Creator, Doja Cat, Janelle Monáe, and Killer Mike’s Outkast tribute – and André 3000 not performing

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Performances from Tyler, the Creator, Doja Cat, Janelle Monáe, and Killer Mike for last night’s OutKast tribute at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame have drawn mixed reactions.

  • READ MORE: Listen to Romy and Sampha team up to cover André 3000’s ‘Me & My (To Bury Your Parents)’

Back in April, it was announced that the hip-hop duo were set to be inducted alongside names including The White Stripes, Cyndi Lauper and Soundgarden. At last night’s (November 8) ceremony, André 3000 and Big Boi were introduced by Donald Glover, who lauded them for their part in creating a “music Mecca” in Atlanta.

Despite being in attendance at the ceremony, André 3000 didn’t perform. Instead, Doja Cat, Killer Mike, J.I.D., Tyler, the Creator, and Janelle Monáe joined Big Boi for a medley of the duo’s classic hits, which has proved divisive on social media.

The performance kicked off with ‘ATLiens’ with Big Boi joined by J.I.D. This was followed by Doja taking on ‘Ms. Jackson’, however, as many X/Twitters users have pointed out, she appeared to lose her thread halfway through the song and miss lyrics.

“Absolutely disrespectful to show up to someone’s tribute and not know their verse,” one viewer wrote. Many seemed to be in agreement, saying Doja had “messed up the best part”.

However, some leapt to her defence, instead blaming the DJ. “Whoever that DJ is who has the nerve to be rapping super loud and the wrong fucking lyrics at that… he completely ruined a legendary moment,” added one user. “So,” asked another, “did she not know the words, or was he just rapping over her?”

While Tyler’s rendition of ‘B.O.B.’ went down well, Monáe’s take on ‘Hey Ya’ – in particular her choice to take on a strange vocal affectation and crawl across the floor. One highly unimpressed viewer later took to social media to write: “Put Janelle Monae in jail for what she did to Hey Ya.”

The medley continued on with ‘The Way You Move’ featuring Sleepy Brown, and closed out with Killer Mike joining all other artists on stage for ‘The Whole World’. You can check out more social media reactions to the tribute performances below.

Meanwhile, last December, André 3000 said that OutKast were “further away” from making new music together “than we’ve ever been”.

“I’ll say maybe 10, 15 years ago, in my mind, I thought an OutKast album would happen,” he said. “I don’t know the future, but I can say that we’re further away from it than we’ve ever been.”

“It’s hard for me to make a rap, period, you know? And sometimes I’m in the belief of, ‘Let things be’”, he told Rolling Stone.

He continued: “[OutKast] was a great time in life, and our chemistry was at a certain place that was undeniable,” he said, brushing against the notion that “something has to last forever”.

In May this year, he released a surprise solo EP ‘7 Piano Sketches’, a series of improvisations on piano mostly recorded at a house in Texas.

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From the Archives: The Early Days of Andre Agassi and Steffi Graf
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From the Archives: The Early Days of Andre Agassi and Steffi Graf

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“Meeting Your Match,” by Dodie Kazanjian, was originally published in the August 2004 issue of Vogue.

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From their hilltop estate in Tiburon, Andre Agassi and Steffi Graf can look across the bay and see San Francisco preening itself in the sun, while one tower of the Golden Gate Bridge rises magically above a puffy cloud bank. The tennis world’s royal couple—the most spectacular example of a marital merger between two number-one athletes—have spent the whole morning being photographed for Vogue. In their mid-30s, tanned and fit, they both project the silky, contained energy of great athletes, athletes who, though blissfully young by ordinary standards, are already considered old in their chosen profession.

The most dominant woman player of her time, Steffi won 22 Grand Slam titles before she retired in 1999, at the age of 30. This July, she was inducted into the International Tennis Hall of Fame in Newport, Rhode Island. Andre has won eight Grand Slams so far, but at the astonishingly advanced age (for tennis) of 34, he could yet win another. Tennis is increasingly a young man’s game these days, and the odds against Agassi are daunting, but it’s still too early to count him out. His phenomenal comeback is already a tennis legend. In 1997, having slipped to 141 in the rankings, he remade himself through an all-out regimen of rigorous physical training; by 1999, he was number one in the world, and he’s been at or near the top ever since, winning the Australian Open last year and more than holding his own against the newest generation of power hitters. “I have an insane amount of respect for him,” Andy Roddick said recently. “The way he competes—he treats every match like it’s Armageddon.”

Andre, his coach Darren Cahill, his lawyer and close friend Todd Wilson, and Gene Marshall, a Las Vegas friend who is also helping him train, are barreling over the Golden Gate Bridge in Andre’s Lincoln Navigator, with me following anxiously in my rented Pontiac, trying to keep them in sight. Andre, who drives with the same speed and confidence he brings to the court, is headed for the Olympic Club in San Francisco. He’s getting ready for the French Open, which starts in two weeks, and he needs to practice on a clay surface like the ones at Roland Garros. His own court in Tiburon has a hard surface, and there aren’t any clay courts in Las Vegas, his real home, in good enough shape. We park on the road above the tennis courts at this famous club, whose golf course has often been host to the U.S. Open. For the next hour and a half, Darren feeds him backhands and forehands, and Andre rockets them back, clipping the lines in the corners, grunting vigorously on every shot. “That’s great tennis,” Darren says more than once. (Not great enough, apparently; in the weeks after my visit, Agassi got knocked out in the first round at the French Open and two other European tournaments—the first time since August 1997 he’s lost three straight opening-round matches—and then withdrew from Wimbledon, citing a hip injury.) But Andre is not entirely happy with his game today. His rhythm is a little off, he says, and the surface is too powdery.

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