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.
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.
Hate it or love it, the way the game is constituted, the pursuit of overnight fame has been reduced to a matter of minutes.
When he said, “Ten years from now, we’ll still be on top” on one of hottest single releases, “Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems,” from a then-burgeoning label, the listening audience was torn.
June 29, a surprise performance at the 2015 BET Awards was Sean “Diddy” Combs’ Bad Boy Records 20-year reunion performance sent a reminder that despite the flash and controversy associated with the label, at its core was strong music.
As the comparisons between hip-hop and athletics began to take form, one of the first ideals to carry over is the premise that it’s a young man’s game.
Here’s an introduction to a dude that you’ve probably seen before but don’t know too much about.
Maybe, just maybe, we were looking at this thing all wrong.
There’s a first time for everything. For the National Basketball Players Association, their ambitious first time was announced this past April.
After a crazy work week, beautiful weather on an off day is a welcome sight to say the least.
Although the roles have evolved, the incessant need of established and fledging artist alike is the need for an entourage.
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.