When all signs point to the worst, it’s the intrinsic nature of a true fan to look for the bright side.
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.
While it’s usually reserved for the day after Thanksgiving, on the surface, Friday, Oct. 7, 2016, looks to give new meaning to Black Friday
Despite what we’ve seen, heard and been taught, the Negro, Black, Afro/African-American has a history in this country that should not only be acknowledged but also celebrated.
When embarking on a new venture, getting advice from someone accomplished in the field you’re about to enter is a welcomed plus.
Judging by the talent at the 2016 Made in America Festival, aside from the talent curator, Shaun “Jay-Z” Carter, it’s probably safe to say that the entity proudest of the new lions set to bounce on the music industry is XXL magazine.
In less than two weeks, the show starts. Yet this week, the league finds itself front and center for reasons outside the gridiron. San Francisco 49er quarterback Colin Kaepernick has set it off with what has become a polarizing act.
Teams are the theme this week. Nationally it’s almost impossible to escape Team USA’s exploits in the 2016 Olympic games.
A reinforced concrete foundation was laid for the Harlem-based hip-hop groups, with teams the likes of Master Don & The Death Committee, the Disco 4, The Crash Crew, The Fearless Four and The Treacherous Three leading the way.
Before I sat down, I knew better. The picture he had hanging on the wall should have been enough to prevent me from jumping into the chair, but after waiting close to an hour for my regular dude to show up, time was of the essence.
Whoaaa! Pump the brakes! Just as we were to hit the presses, word came down from Mount Olympus.
It’s only July 2016, but for basketball fans we’re a year ahead into the 2017/18 season.
Summer 2016 is shaping up to be eventful for the apparition.
After going over the catalog, my decision came down to the final two collections: “Living in Confusion” and “Prime of My Life.”
The day of the event began as they all do for a media member.
We’ve been rocking together for years on end, so it’s always good to see our brothers and sisters have their days in the sun, and that was indeed the case this weekend.
As Americans of African descent, we should know better then most the feeling of being a victim of crime.
You know it’s been a rough day when you need to see “Roots” to bring levity
I have some vivid memories of my first foray as a musician. Fourth grade it was. I could join the glee club, but my Afro wasn’t quite right at the time to sing. The other option was the ban
In 1993 an aspiring music executive established a label that would eventually lay the foundation of a movement that would literally have a global impact. Fashion, multimedia and food/beverage were a few of the industries that were influenced by the kid from Harlem, Sean Combs aka Puff Daddy, with the golden touch.
If you say it loud enough and often enough, it becomes popular consensus. Eventually it can become so engrained into the collective psyche that it’ll be conceived as “truth.” That’s how rumors and stereotypes get perpetuated and facts gets altered or obliterated.
Remembering the legend that is Prince.
The year was 1987 when a young brother from Harlem managed to accomplish what millions aspire to: he got on.
BET showcased Black excellence to women of all ages with their empowering award show, 'Black Girls Rock!'
Remembering a hip-hop pioneer and A Tribe Called Quest member Phife Dawg.
The weekend forecast predicted snow … SNOW?! Noooo. My arm is twisted and I'm convinced; I will go. The destination? Miami Gardens, Florida. Sunshine, beaches and music sound like a winner.
Bridges, tunnels and “welcome to” signs aside, growing up, the real determination of geographical boundaries were the radio waves.
I have to preface this piece by saying my views skewed, as I’m what they call a “homer.”
Technological advancements have once again made their mark on the antiquated structure known as the music industry.
Much ado is made of the hip-hop heydays. For a decade around the same span (say, 1985–1995), what was touching female R&B? Let’s talk about it.
In “Burn Hollywood Burn,” Chuck D sang, “Hollywood or would they not, make us all look bad like I knew they had!”
s you’re reading this column, chances are you’re doing one of three things: (1) traveling to do some last-minute shopping, (2) wrapping/unwrapping presents or (3) returning gifts for what you really want or what’s left.
Took a while for the get back to come, but eventually it did. Wayyyy back in the day, when I was the lil tag along, my fashion-forward cousins would inadvertently rub it in.
The names on the figurative marquee were a definite indication that the East Room at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. was the place to be.
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.