Benny Starr has been working diligently this year, as he’s on a mission to put the state of South Carolina on the map. In a beautiful open letter, dedicated to black women, Starr put all of his feelings on the table: “As a Black Man, expressing my appreciation, in words, for Women of Color, especially Black . . .
“All you gotta do is say yes, I ain’t worried ’bout a label. Going in like we ain’t got no time left, pick me up and put your dinner on the table.” Social media mystery H.E.R. invites you to “pick her up” and “put your dinner on the table” in a soultry remix to Rihanna‘s . . .
In 1956, James Baldwin introduces us to one of the most narcissistic, yet relatable characters in American literature: David, an American man living abroad in Paris. During his time in Paris, David becomes estranged from the woman of his dreams (Hella) and finds himself falling in love with an Italian bartender named Giovanni. ‘Love him,’ said . . .
There’s a peculiar truth about nostalgia and I think it’s time we discuss it. That truth: nothing was ever as good as we remember it. Nothing. Not the touch, not the taste, not the sound, not even the moment. But that’s what makes nostalgia so fucking great, right? It’s not about how accurate our brains . . .
I feel better than I ever have, you know? I’ve been sad my whole life, but fuck that. I know I have good things ahead. I don’t know honestly if I’m fully, 100 percent happy, but I’m starting to get there.”- Kaytranada (The Fader, 2016) A few days ago I turned 23, and I’ve never been . . .
These are the rules: You come on stage. You take a shot. You show the fuck out. This is Trap Karaoke. I stood in the front row of the crowd at the NYC December show drenched in sweat, swag-surfing, linked arm-in-arm with strangers who, after three shows, had begun to seem like friends — feeling something different. There was something . . .
Two days ago, Alison Bonaguro offered up a very interesting take on Beyoncé’s “Daddy Lessons” , the sixth track from her recently released album-movie Lemonade. Bonaguro opens the article for CMT: “Sorry. I just don’t hear it. Sure, Beyoncé’s new album Lemonade has a song with some yee-haws, a little harmonica and mentions of classic vinyl, rifles and . . .
It’s 2016, and if you don’t know who James Fauntleroy is by now, square up and get ready to fight me. Today, we honor a man who has given the world so much and asked for so little in return (so much free music). My personal relationship with the music of James Fauntleroy began as . . .
I have defended Kanye West for my entire life. My need to defend him has spawned from what I consider an almost lifelong desire to make a connection between his music and my life. Before I get into the heart of what I’m about to say, I need to establish to you all, I am a . . .