Tag: Andre 3000

Y’all know ATL’s just gonna ATL sometimes. Here are a few of our favorite things that happened here this year—and couldn’t have happened anywhere else.

OutKast’s official induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame this past weekend is a milestone Antwan "Big Boi" Patton and André "André 3000" Benjamin both acknowledged as bigger than themselves during their acceptance speeches.

A warren of devilishly good trails—and a bike memorial of mysterious provenance—keep me coming back to Atlanta's Southside Park.

The Lakewood Heights house, which Big Boi purchased back in January 2019, has been transformed into a stylish shrine to all things OutKast.

"I broke my ankle, had a bad divorce, lost custody of my daughters, and ended up basically homeless. That's when I decided to try out Lyft. Now, I have a five-star rating and driven 20,000 passengers. My goal is to be the first female driver to make $100,000."

You should be so lucky to get an invitation to dinner at the Pecous’. Jamila Crawford Pecou—a vegan for 25 years—has cooked for Dave Chappelle, Erykah Badu, and André 3000. Fahamu Pecou, who received his Ph.D. from Emory University’s Institute for the Liberal Arts in May, explores black male identity through the prism of fine art.

With André 3000 + Tretorn, Reebok x Future, and Cherokee County’s new Adidas “Speedfactory," Atlanta is marking itself as a force for stylish footwear.

The 42-year-old half of Outkast is a long-time fan of the brand, reminiscing of the days he wore Tretorns in the halls of Tri-Cities High School.

Outkast’s beats and lyrics embodied everything associated with the South. It felt good, and like your grandmama, it could charm you one minute and cuss you out the next. And unlike East Coast or West Coast hip-hop, it seldom picked a fight, but instead welcomed everybody to sit on the porch and listen.

With the announcement that Outkast will share the stage for the first time in eight years at next month’s Coachella Festival, Antwan “Big Boi” Patton and André “3000” Benjamin are merely acknowledging what the rest of us have long known—that the East Point emcees are as inseparable as hip and hop.