#WHOISRUDY was a hashtag that dominated South Carolina Twitter for more than a week as listeners anticipated AissaSpade’s debut album. Six months ago, AissaSpades released her first single “Dear Loosey” which hinted at her sound and gave an early idea of the direction her art would take. AissaSpades made her musical premier as a DJ . . .
Artistic Manifesto is proud to premier rAw, the latest short film conceived by California-based artist, arthur gallery. On 6/10, arthur debuted the film to an audience of rough 80 Bay Area artists, creators, influencers and shakers during a live viewing party. To celebrate the film’s digital debut, Artistic Manifesto reached out for an exclusive interview. . . .
“Getting older is weird. I hate it. Every birthday I feel sad. Like I haven’t accomplished enough at the age I’m at. It’s happy because you have another day. You have another chance to turn it around.” Who is JSMN? JSMN is a 21-year old STL femcee spinning a web of pretty, poetic . . .
I walked into Harlem Public on 149th and Broadway, very sure of the direction this piece would take. My mission: sit down with the visual artist behind GoldLink’s latest hit “Meditation,” which was produced by Kaytranada and featured Jazmine Sullivan. I’d ask him about the inspiration behind the visuals, what the process was like, and . . .
Disclaimer: I am a fan of Future’s music and have been longer than most people that will be upset by this article. If you’re the type of person that believes most things are never “that deep”, or the kind of person that enjoys using phrases like “fake outrage,” you might want to stop reading here. . . .
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 . . .