The 2019 ‘Black Girls Rock’ had me in a real Shalamar’ish mood. Any time we get to honor and respect the achievements of past, present and future excellence is a moment to cherish, but the annual production of Beverly Bonds’ vision always has a way to perfectly frame it.
Hip-Hop, basketball, and hustlers! That trinity of entities were immortalized by the late, great Notorious B.I.G. with lyric ‘Either you sling crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot.’
Walking up and down these streets just don’t feel the same.
That boomerang effect about things coming around and coming back around called karma says in its dictionary meaning “intent and actions of an individual (cause) influence the future of that individual (effect).”
If you are a connoisseur of that pure, raw, well essence of what Black music, nope scratch that, Black CULTURE is about, the 2019 ESSENCE Festival was where you needed to be.
At least once a year, usually around Labor Day weekend, I find myself making the trek on I95 from the Boogie Down to the Two, One, Pound.
The phrase Netflix and chill was given a seasonal addendum. The added term, “barbecue and binge,” appears to have been coined just prior to the Memorial Day weekend, in time for the launch of season 2 of the Netflix hit series “She’s Gotta Have It,” and both can be attributed to the mind of Spike Lee.
Year 18 of The Tribeca Film Festival has come to pass and the presence of African-Americans looks to have more prominence.
You can’t survive, let alone thrive 30 plus years in an industry as fickle and cutthroat as the music business without heart and soul in abundance and your circle must remain for the most part sucker-free.
“You play to win the game!” That’s what we were told, emphatically. Sometimes, though, it’s not just about the win. Those with a self-confidence that’s through the roof have a different set of parameters. For them it’s also about how.
Time for reflection. Rewind a spell to the time of the vaunted issue of XXL Magazine’s Freshmen Class 2010.
To live up to its assessment as the premiere multicultural award show and truly acknowledge the excellence in the broad scope of creative expression the NAACP Image Awards would be one long show or as it plays out currently, a two day fête.
Outside of the Imperial Theatre was a buzz that only a premiere of a new production on Broadway can provide.
In the bigger scheme of things, the outcome didn’t really matter. Still, it’s us against them…New York vs. Los Angeles, Bad Boy vs. Death Row, Yankees vs. Dodgers, East Coast vs. West Coast and yeah, the Knicks vs. the Lakers!
Classic. We hear the word thrown around so much that we’ve become immune to the actual definition
It got no realer over the span of Feb. 28–March 3, 2019, in Las Vegas, Nevada at the host hotel, ironically called the Mirage.
For those who point to the ’90s as music’s golden era, 1994 could be used as the yardstick in which the decade was measured.
Think we can now get a clear understanding of how it now works.
We’ve all heard the adage of necessity being the father of invention. Not so popular is the phrase pertaining to the ridicule, scrutiny and overall struggle of the inventor.
It has occurred before, but not quite like this time. Here we are in Day 33 (as we went to press) of the longest government shutdown on record.
Maybe that verse was the proverbial time capsule. It was a known fact back in the late ’80s that New Jack Swing was a movement and Teddy Riley was its alpha and omega.
The tree at Rockefeller Center wasn’t the only thing that got lit last week. Per usual, as the year heads down the home stretch, New York City becomes more electric. On my end, the first of December was set off for the second consecutive year with a David Hollister showcase.
Going into the 2018 Soul Train Awards, a good news bad news scenario was presented. First the bad news. Erykah Badu won’t be the host of this year’s proceedings. Fret not though, because her replacements were the kindred spirit, effervescent duo of Tichinia Arnold and Tisha Campbell.
What if this story had come out when it was supposed to? Peep a few scenarios of things that might have been affected.
Was one of those loooong work weeks and the forthcoming week shapes up to be an exact replica.
Just when it looked as if we turned the corner, Netflix pulled the plug on “Luke Cage” after the second season. Huh? On strength of the music alone, Season 3 should have been in the bag. The show to was well written, directed and acted. Hmm?
Sometimes it’s not just about singing. You need that extra umph, that proverbial battery in your back. Where does that come from? I guess realistically it varies, but idealistically, here’s a theory.
Will it ever end? I mean, it’s nonstop with this dude.
After hearing it blared all summer, I never ever thought I to would have to pose the question, but after Tuesday, Oct. 9, I might have to.
When legends transition, although it seems as if time stops, we know the real.
As the world sat on the threshold of bidding adieu to the physical being of the Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin, across country was a grand celebratory fete for another musical royal.
A few of us have had the pleasure to have seen it from its infancy.
It’s the morning of Aug. 16, 2018. So far so good. My flight landed as scheduled. What it do Nashville?
Thank you for sharing her with us. We know you had her first and although there’s a selfish part in us all that wishes she’ll stay with us a little while longer, but if you need her back, we overstand and won’t question. She’s in good hands.
The methodology has been around for a good minute. If it ain’t broke leave it be. We know that sometimes what we need comes in a bitter pill.
The No. 1 city in the world renown’s No. 1 city: Harlem USA. (Arguments are futile; it is what it is.) Among the many reasons that Harlem is held in such high regard is the language.
What it was or what it is?
In terms of leaving an indelible print in the realm of U.K. soulstresses, there’s Jane Eugene, Sade and Floetry.
Whether real or perceived, folks are taking notice of the “Beige Rage.”
Nothing last forever. So, it was a surprise to no one that the strong run of previous lyrical monarchy of Grand Master Caz, Kool Moe Dee and Mele Mel was to soon fall.
From my observation, domination was a key theme in events that I found of interest last week.
There has been a rising consensus lauding the decade of the ’90s as the pinnacle years in Black music. Various tours throughout the year have and will be taking place nationwide with that very sentiment in mind.
Coming off the week he just had, with actions and words, you’d think that Clifford Harris’ alter ego, T.I., was an abbreviated form of Tupac Incarnate.
With its announcement Monday, Hot 97 gave the first true indicator that the wintry-like blanket we find ourselves under will soon dissipate, at least by June 10.
Through hard work Meek Mill, born Robert Rihmeek Williams, made it happen. He got that shot and took it to the house, overcoming tragedy and poverty in the process.
Jan. 15, 2018, we have, as we’ve done on the national level (all 50 states) since the year 2000, observed the holiday Martin Luther King Jr. Day.
Got a glimpse into the future—82 degrees, fluffy white clouds, clear blue sky during the day gives way to the twinkling stars and gentle cool breeze at night.
Oscar was hit with the Wakandian effect!
Don’t know how else to explain it, but I’m feeling real lost boyish this week. Pulled an “East Coast, West Coast, worldwide” move. Before bouncing to the left coast, I had to make it out to the Apollo Theater to experience Soundtrack 63.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d begin to think that maybe, just maybe, a segment of society has been harboring deep resentment over the notion of an entity called Black History Month.