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
Once again it reared its ugly head, despite the fact that the adage says that words will never hurt: A college basketball player who happens to be African-American, Marcus Smart, was verbally disrespected by a middle-aged male, Jeff Orr, who’s not. The young man reacted with a shove to the chest of the loudmouth who spewed the racial epithet, and he was penalized, criticized and scrutinized for his reaction.
An announcement hit the media that a murderer who was found innocent has chosen an opponent for a purposed celebrity boxing match.
On the biggest night in music, it’s looking like those who are of the belief that there is an active movement to have Black music without Black people are being proven correct.
Ever wished you can be a fly on the wall for certain conversations?
Last Saturday at the Apollo an artist from Washington, D.C., by way of Ethiopia named Wanya lit up the stage
On Dec. 24, 2013, Chicago police apprehended 24-year-old Qawmane Wilson and two accomplices and charged the trio with the alleged murder of Yolanda Holmes, 45
Last week, Beyoncé took the theme a little further as she dropped an album out the blue, no pun intended.
I intended to big up the indisputable No. 1 hip-hop and R&B radio station in the nation, Hot 97 WQHT
It appears that quite a stir was caused by the broadcast of Centric’s/BET 2013 Soul Train Awards. Without giving credence to the volumes of hate directed at appearance and/or gear, I heard some opinions that were valid in regards to the current state and future of Black music in general and the show in particular. Here are few sample queries I heard asked, along with some sentiments.
Duke Ellington and Billy Strayhorn remain one of the most significant collaborative teams in jazz history. Billy Strayhorn Orchestra and the Johnny Pacheco Latin Music and Jazz Festival
The premiere of “Black Nativity”’ bring cast of celebrities to Harlem
A monumental landmark year of a musical group, Loose Ends
“After Midnight,” premiered Sunday, Nov. 3
arneys practicing racial profiling and discriminatory practices
Chill time was on the agenda a few weekends back, with the Waffle House and the BET Hip Hop Awards as the primary objectives
To the chagrin of thousands of hip-hop fans in the tristate area, last weekend’s 10th annual Rock the Bells Hip Hop Music Festival in New York was postponed. Actually, it wasn’t thousands of fans who were impacted, it was more like a few hundred.
The scene was set. It was Tuesday morning at Dizzy’s Club Coca-Cola, located inside Jazz at Lincoln Center’s Frederick P. Rose Hall. Weather-wise, it was perhaps the last great day of the calendar year. Couple that with a picturesque view of Midtown New York’s beauty during the autumn season, and it was all that was needed for a good day.
Patti Webster who reportedly succumbed to cancer at age 49 in Somerville, N.J.
Welcome to the Chocolate City, the District of Columbia, Washington, D.C.
The day that parents have been diligently preparing for, for at least the past two weeks, is here. The day that has been dreaded by youth for a good two months is upon us.
I was scratching my head about how I could broach the subject of Robin Thicke without ruffling some feathers, and I just couldn’t put together the right combination of words. It’s good to have friends that provide inspiration.
It’s good to see human nature at work. For example, ever invite someone over to the crib and tell them to get comfortable? Soon thereafter, their feet are propped up on the furniture, your refrigerator is raided and Pay-Per-View movies are ordered through cable at your expense. It happens all the time— people get comfortable.
It’s good to see human nature at work. For example, ever invite someone over to the crib and tell them to get comfortable?
Earhustlers! They’re always all in the Kool-Aid and don’t know the flava. Hate ʾ’em! Here’s a prime example of why, after getting the news of the untimely passing of George Duke, me and one of my people started to wax poetic about the Duke’s legacy and his contributions to the game. Then, he started spouting names like Mike Krzyzewski, Christian Laettner, Elton Brand, Grant Hill, Kyrie Irving and talking about four NCAA championships, blah, blah, blah. We then proceeded to tell him that it wasn’t that Duke, as in the university, that we were talking about; we were discussing the late, great George Duke. On Aug. 5, Duke was called home after a battle with chronic lymphyocytic leukemia. He was 67 years young and is survived by two sons, John and Rashid. The latter offered these words: “The outpouring of love and support that we have received from my father’s friends, fans and the entire music community has been overwhelming. Thank you all for your concern, prayers and support.”