Open Mike Eagle & Alwayz Prolific I The Show Up from Beats,Frames & Life on Vimeo. This jawn from Open Mike Eagle — who I’m ashamed to say I’ve never heard of before this — is full of clever, for-the-fuck-of-it flourishes. I’m far too young to lead/and way too old to die I ain’t play Read More
It had been a shit week — I was even avoiding my mom’s phone calls. I never want to tell her the bad stuff.
We all dug Lorde’s “Royals” before it was inescapable, so it’s nice to hear a slightly different take on it to remind us why we banged with it so hard in the beginning.
Have you ever been to a Wu-Tang concert? Everyone should have a translator, subtitles or something.
Blue-eyed soul is having another moment right now. (Is there a point in which that descriptor will seem dated? Does it seem dated already?)
Since 2009, what’s soured many onlookers to Kanye’s music and persona is that his self-love, so-called, is increasingly contingent on contempt for women, derision of inferiors, obsession with his own influence, hapless strafing, and clamoring for attention that he then claims to resent.
Pentatonix goes all the way in on this Timberlake cover.
The first half of Yeezus is an industrial reel of squeaks, squeals, screams, static and sirens befitting the alternative history in which Liv pulses at the heart of London during the Blitz.
TNC mulls Kendrick Lamar‘s latest over at the NYT: I must confess my bias. I grew up in Baltimore during a time when the city was in the thrall of crack and Saturday night specials. I’ve spent most of my life in neighborhoods suffering their disproportionate share of gun violence. In each of these places Read More
I know I have my own hypocrisy to deal with, from my previous romantic entanglements to my music choices.
But at the least, I got a headstart on confronting that hypocrisy. It started in earnest when I was 17, the summer before my senior year of high school, at a leadership camp just outside of Houston.
