No way I'm actually watching this whole thing because I'm literally blushing from having just watched the first 30 seconds, so I'm going to need someone to tell me how this one ends. Badly, I'm guessing. 

I like how they touched-up the abs on the dead ghost cartoon man who was already in decent shape to begin with when he died. No way these assholes will watch a hologram of a dead rapper performing on stage like it's real if his abs don't look on point, someone said probably. Also, did the people in the audience know about this happening ahead of time, or were there thousands of idiots who were like "OH SHIT I TOLD YOU!" when he showed up on stage out of nowhere? 

As usual, Yo Is This Racist? has the best line about this mess I've seen so far: "Yo, they probably spent more money on that shit than they did actually investigating his murder."

Pat Healy at the Metro has established a set of guidelines for holographic performancs going forward, which I hereby co-sign, except I would like to revise by adding one over-arching rule: don't do this at all ever again.

1) Holograms of dead artists are only to be used with artists who actually performed with them during their lifetime.

2) Only one hologrammed member per act allowed. Sorry, Beatles fans.

3) Hologrammed artists are only allowed to perform a maximum of three songs in a row. It’s just too creepy to watch any more than that.

4) Hologrammed artists are not allowed to discuss current events or address a crowd they never would have addressed during their lifetime. It’s too creepy to consider a dead person talking about that when everybody at the concert knows that the real person is buried in the ground.

5) All voicings need to be actual things the hologrammed artist said.

6) Live artists who interact with a hologrammed artist need to put their hands through the hologram at least once per performance.

7) Michael Jackson holograms are only allowed to be from the “” era and before.

8) If any of these rules are broken, the hologrammed artist has to dance with the oogachaka baby.

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