At one point, not that long ago, certain cross-genre dream collaborations were comically impossible to imagine. And then, all of a sudden, and it’s not exactly clear when it happened, the music industry’s mind-set on CGDCs blew right past "impossible" to "not only possible, but going to happen, again and again and again." Damon Albarn’s the latest instigator: He’s pulled in Red Hot Chili Peppers bassist Flea and Fela Kuti drummer Tony Allen (second-best all-time Tony Allen, though, obvs) for a band called Rocket Juice and the Moon. Their debut album, which will feature Erykah Badu (!), is due out March 12. Says Allen: “It is all funk. Groove music, music that makes you dance. The audience don't want to sit and listen, they want to move their bodies.”

I hate the Lakers. I don't like Laker fans. I've been a Red Hot Chili Peppers fan since college.

Those three sentences don't really mesh when it comes to the subject of Flea, a die-hard Lakers fan, Kobe defender and Celtics hater, as well as someone I've seen naked or nearly naked more times than anyone with the possible exception of myself. Buoyed by Kobe's latest scoring renaissance, Flea agreed to come to the BS Report studio to talk about basketball, music, the similarities between basketball teams and bands, why some musicians are so afraid of success, why bands break up (or stay together), who's the best player of all time, what kept the Chili Peppers humming all these years, who's the best band he ever saw live, which NBA player would be his basketball doppelganger and a whole bunch of other good stuff. This turned out to be one of my favorite BS Reports ever — if Flea didn't have to pee, we may not have ended it and we might still be going. If you're a hoops fan and a music fan, carve out 90 minutes at some point and give it a listen on ESPN.com or iTunes. And if you want to watch a sneak peek, just look below.

My Week with Marilyn Since moving on from the Creek, Michelle Williams has been slowing making a legit movie star out of herself with over a decades worth of solid supporting and fringe performances. In My Week with Marilyn she doesn’t just take the big “Above the Title” step, she throws down a the gauntlet by slipping into the skin of one of Hollywood’s most legendary icons — Marilyn Monroe. The film’s trailer is as affecting as it is shamelessly trolling for Oscars. Which is to say: A lot.
Verdict: Four and a half out of five facial moles