Little more than a decade ago, Bob Ritchie was a Vanilla Ice clone who stole away from his whitewashed suburb to break-dance with the black kids in Mount Clemens, Michigan. He had a hairsbreadth more street cred than the high-school chess club before he started spinning at parties. And then folks began to say, "Let's go see that white kid rock!" A goofy moniker, millions of album sales, and a bloated ego were... More >>>