Nuff said, I’m out. Holla next week. Till then, enjoy the nightlife.
On the initial announcement that “The Hippest Chick,” Erykah Badu was hosting the 2015 Soul Train Awards, hints of skepticism ran on and on.
I guess a telltale sign that you’ve reached a rarified level of success is when after a significant period of time, the moves you make still can elevate or perhaps alter the movements of your peers and, in the case of entertainment, your ardent supporters/fans.
Nov. 29 at 8 p.m., when the hippest trip in America pulls into the last station, marked for “Legends,” exiting the transport this year will be Kenneth Edmonds.
The first and only time I got to frequent New York City’s City Winery, it turned out to be one of the last performances of the late, great Bobby Womack.
The implications of the latest and much maligned business venture Tidal by mogul Shawn Carter, aka Jay Z, are of historic proportions.
Who stole the soul? It’s gone! People walking around here are happy go lucky like nothing happened.
To set off their new initiative called the Apollo Comedy Clubs, the Apollo Theater officially inducted comedic icons and Apollo Legends into the Apollo Walk of Fame.
It’s official. We’re seeing the pigskin flying officially for three weeks now.
It happens every lifetime, I guess—a momentous event that changes the course of history.
The true school hip-hop antenna was standing at full attention as I made my way down Pennsylvania Avenue.