Nuff said, I’m out. Holla next week. Till then, enjoy the nightlife.
True story. For roughly three days a week, the routine was the same. The dude would arrive at the room, break out the bag containing the grub and eventually pull out the checker board—12 red pieces versus 12 black pieces, last man standing.
Talk about underrated! The list of artists who have done covers of their material reads like a who’s who.
When you know you’re rocking something fresh, that air of confidence is sometimes misleading.
On the precipice of Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday weekend, O’Shea Jackson, aka Ice Cube, revealed why and how one of his dreams is coming to fruition.
Looking back, it looks like filmmaker John Singleton was on to something. During his run, aside from the film “Rosewood,” Singleton’s mining of untapped talent from Black music and trusting that they could carry the acting and marquee load was a gamble that has proved in the long run to have paid off.
The stigma attributed to New Yorkers, especially when we’re out of town, is that we can be a little vociferous.
Getting there is one thing. Gallons of blood, sweat and tears plus countless thoughts have been poured into the production of material designed for mass consumption, only to get halted abruptly in a mailroom, never meeting the powers who could change a music maker’s life.
For a moment, I forgot what the objective of the conversation was. I had no idea I was speaking with someone who majored in psychology and who is an impassioned follower of politics, particularly with the impact that the outcome of Nov. 8 can have on us all.
Somewhere along the way something that we so proudly hailed had been compromised. The “Voice,” as hip-hop has been metaphorically described, ain’t what it used to be.
A year ago, global music and entertainment platform, TIDAL, raised upward of 1.5 million, divvied into grants for a select list of organizations promoting social and racial justice with their inaugural TIDAL X: 1020 Amplified by HTC.