Circled in red on the calendar was the date June 27.
Not now, that’s not fast enough. Right now! Immediacy is the word. That’s how we movin’—in the moment.
For a designation that has no tangible perks to speak of, it’s undoubtedly the most coveted moniker in hip-hop—the “King of New York.”
Just in time for Black Music Month, TV One gives you a couple of reasons to make sure your cable bill is kept current for the next few months.
Don’t quite remember the year, but everything else is clear as a whistle. School was done until September, so I could spend the night at my cousin’s crib on a weeknight.
Whether it’s history (“When I first got the blues, They brought me over on a ship.
Consistent mild weather aside, a clear indication that summer is upon us is the energy of the music.
As the judges’ score cards were passed to the announcer, an ominous cloud loomed for real fans of the sweet science.
David Goodson talks R&B singer Jazmin Sullivan in this week's Nightlife review.
In wake of the upcoming Mayweather vs Paquiao fight, David Goodson remembers one of the biggest and brutal boxing matches in history.
David Goodson talks about Will Downing and his latest album in this weeks "Nightlife" review.
David Goodson talks "Black Girls Rock!" in this week's Nightlife.
David Goodson talks "Empire" and Kendrick Lamar's latest album in this week's Nighlife.
David Goodson discusses the highly anticipated fight between Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao, scheduled for May 2.
David Goodson gives his weekly Nightlife review.
As an avid basketball fan, I was gassed for a particular late summer night in 2008. The Foxwoods was launching an inaugural weekend in conjunction with the Basketball Hall of Fame to turn the induction ceremony into a weekend event.
In the past few months, Common's trophy collection has expanded to include the 2014 BET Hip-Hop Awards Impact Track for “Kingdom” and the 2015 Golden Globe and Academy Award for Best Original Song.
For sports fan, particularly of New York franchises, a couple of events that transpired this past week could be indicators that we may have to strap in, because there’s some turbulence ahead.
A decade and a half has passed since a chiseled torso appeared on the album cover of his sophomore album, “Voodoo,” and the provocative video for the single “Untitled” propelled D’Angelo into the superstar stratosphere.
At first glance, you’d think Davis Huie is just one of us, a New Yorker born and raised in South Jamaica, Queens, still riding for his team despite what the record says. Then we get inside and the story unfolds.
R&B singer D"Angelo hits the stage for a one night only performance on Feb. 7 at 8:00 p.m. at the Apollo Theater.
Took a few days to realize that I had to hit the supermarket and get a new calendar.
All eyes were on the marches that took place over the weekend in protest of the atrocities suffered at the hands of law enforcement agencies throughout the nation.
To those diehard fans who were engrossed in the hotly contested NY Giants vs. Dallas Cowboys game, nothing else mattered.
We’re a little past the midway point for the NFL season, and both area teams are winning below expectations.
I really enjoy those conversations with previous generations. To hear them tell it, we and future generations ain’t about nothing.
It was the summer of 1982 that the world was exposed to Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five’s song “The Message,” which proved that hip-hop music was more than just meaningless rhymes strung together.
Once upon a time, the grandiose ambition of a child was to be known as the biggest and best in the whole wide world.
Many moons have passed, but the memories are crystal clear of heading to the crib and waiting for the BX 55 bus on the inner block of 161st Street and River Avenue.
As a long-time follower of the sport known as battle rap, it’s not hard to imagine the future vision projected by the fervent believers coming to fruition
It’s hard to find levity of any kind in weeks like this; however, an attempt was made. Why not? Chilled Saturday, my born day, glued to CNN, monitoring the transgressions in Ferguson, Mo., so maybe a minute to enjoy this fine August weather was in order.
Understanding why the chasm is growing wider between today’s youth and the previous generation—I guess now I’m part of the latter—is perplexing, especially when we, the previous generation, laid the groundwork for the culture that young people have so dearly embraced. You’d think a little dialogue be broached to discuss the conditions that spawned the movement and what detrimental factors stunted the growth of the creators of the art.
Funkateers over the world can relate to the dichotomy that comes with the beginning of August. Aug. 5, 1983, reinforcement of his legacy was added with the “Cold Blooded” release of his then-seventh studio album. Like the previous sixth, it also went on to at least gold.
It’s puzzling how audiences have not been able to definitively quantify what makes someone the “best” in hip-hop. On my side of the ledger, it starts and ends with the word.
The battle rap genre has been on the clock for a minute, and the crossroads are in the crosshairs. Is it a sport on the rise? Has it peaked? Has the decline begun? Those questions aren’t designed with a year or two projection curves. Those are pertinent questions that are to be dealt with now.
"For a minute there, it was hard for anyone not to get caught up in the World Cup. The subject even permeated a discussion I had recently with an innovative young lady."
As promised, that “BET Live Weekend” was overwhelming, to the point that strategic measures had to be employed in the events you attended. If you guessed right, you were around when it went down. For the most part, I think we were in the right places.
The tomfoolery of last week threw me off kilter a lil, causing a major oversight to one of the premiere entertainment events of the year; however the return to the essence of an icon made it ok to revisit.
Generational gaps have been around for a minute.
In most instances, the slogan is along the lines of “Big Just Got Bigger.” However, on the weekend of June 27, the more appropriate slogan would be “Live Just Got Livelier or Liver.”
My people, my people: Black music ain’t going nowhere, no time soon. Even better, there’s a batch of artists who pride themselves on making pure, soulful music. Trust and believe that. Now that that’s established, we as consumers need to find it.
In April 1992, historic seeds were planted in the world of hip-hop. With the release of a single from a moderately successful motion picture soundtrack, the music world was put on notice. “Yeah and you don’t stop.” We were forewarned.
It’s a mystery how certain things get embraced by society like adages.
Here’s a scenario painted at a Bronx barbershop. It’s a high stakes poker tournament featuring the creators of the greatest hip-hop albums of the past 20 years.
I guess their career would be akin to that of a short giant.
If a poll was issued to the legion of fans of songwriter, producer and singer Kenny “Babyface” Edmonds on what makes his songs special, the vivid imagery would probably rank in the highest percentile.
we grieved and partied the entire weekend in memory of the passing of all-time great emcee Christopher Wallace, aka the Notorious B.I.G.
I never realized how much curiosity fuels folk. We always wanna know what happened.
With history as an indicator, it was probably a safe assumption that the awards season for African-American entertainment, specifically cinema, officially ended with last week’s NAACP Image Awards.
he NAACP Image Awards are recognized as the pre-eminent multicultural awards show by some