I have news for you, cell phone cameras at concerts, and people taking random pictures on the dance floor at parties is distracting. Maybe no one’s ever mentioned it, but it just interrupts the flow of things. I can distinctly remember having to watch part of a concert on this dudes phone screen because he was right in front of me at a packed show, his phone right in my eyeline as I am trying to be in the moment. Sir, I'm in your phone, and I'm pissed.
I am glad I have been delivert from committing such an atrocity. Read More
Sometimes my cynicism shows. I admit it. I don’t like to acknowledge it’s existence, but yes, especially when it comes to pop culture, I am naturally inclined to eschew popular thought and “form my own opinion.” Never admitting that my opinion is filled with bias.
Which brings me to my initial reaction to Blonde, the new album by Frank Ocean. Read More
In 1997 I began the very personal journey of fully accepting my sexuality. In my case, at that time, bisexuality was transitional. I knew it, but I couldn't say "gay" yet to anyone. We were in the car. I had finally gotten up the nerve to tell him. Holding a big revelation like that in was beginning to take a mental toll on me. I'm strong, but something had to give, and soon. In that car, at that moment I said it - "Dad, I'm bisexual." That was a lie. Read More
20 years ago The Fugees The Score achieved what their debut Blunted On Reality couldn't. The album’s organic sound was crafted by Wyclef Jean, and was anchored by a talented MC/singer, Lauryn Hill, who was ripping mics left and right on guest spots in between albums. It was the kind of record we didn't want to end, and a career we wanted to see flourish. That career didn’t. By 1997 all three members were working on solo efforts, and the group essentially broke up.
The winner of the solo wars - Lauryn Hill. Read More
Being an American Black Man is one of the great paradoxes of our nation. Both loathed and celebrated, we have yet to overcome and be viewed fully human. There’s a twist and tug to being us. It’s not just enough to exist - the world has been taught to fear us, desire us and want to be like us, but not BE us.
Paris Crayton III is very open with the fact that this is his favorite play that he’s written. Commendable, because he has written so many loved plays that audiences in his hometown of St. Louis and in Atlanta have been happy to watch. He has a knack for mystery, where the audience doesn’t know where things will land in the end, and you are on the edge of your seat waiting to see what happens next.