I just feel like Juicy's killing the vibe here. Usher's trying to show his sensitive side about his bitch's career choice, but Juicy just comes in all brash about it. Maybe it's that Juicy is also confused about Usher's position on this matter.
In other words, if you're a musician, you have to play live to make money. The old business model of pressing a record or CD and cutting the pie a dozen ways doesn't work.
MUSIC Matters, now in their fourth year, holds a spring festival annually that's patterned loosely by Austin's South By Southwest to bring together all the different facets on campus with hopes to make strong community ties in the Detroit and Ann Arbor areas.
Musical alchemist, Michal Menert, has been reshaping the world of electronic music. No longer bound by the two genres of house and techno, this underground Renaissance is changing the way critics interpret electronic music.
Mr. James claims inspiration from Holiday and rightfully so. Perhaps his most direct claim to her legacy is his ability, like Holiday's, to bring both pathos and sensuality to a lyric.
When photographer Joe Conzo reflects on hip-hop's early days one word comes to mind: innocence. During the late 1970s, he began to document the birth of hip-hop in New York City, prior to the culture becoming a global commercial force.
When you follow a rap group like Twiztid for so long, you realize that for some artists, it isn't about if you like their new song, or how many albums they will sell the first week, or if this song will get radio play.
Two years ago The Pollination Project started a daily giving practice, making daily $1000 grants to social change visionaries around the world. This summer we will make our 1000th grant! Here are the extraordinary people we supported with seed funding this week.
Earl Sweatshirt came about the hip hop world through the Odd Future crew, and he's arguably the most talented emcee out of the collective along with Tyler, The Creator.
Current standards set by the masses suggests that black men and women cannot artistically express anger, be imperfect, invoke rebellion, find humor in their woes, be unapologetically sexual, explore taboos, and re-appropriate the tumultuous barriers placed on us.
Red Pill is not cool in your stereotypical rapper way. There's no flashy attitude or a sense that he constantly needs to be the center of attention. It's a bit of that Almost Famous/William Miller uncool mystique with him.
From the first few rhythmic beats of the opening track, "Go Far," I was hooked. Soulful sound? Check. Appealing, familiar tonality? Check. Thought-provoking and inspiring lyrics? Check.
The music stopped. Hearts stopped. Holt paused but didn't stop because he had to bow and prove that it was only a performance, that he would wake up tomorrow and rehearse the same solo for his next gig. But really that's a lie, because it wasn't only a performance.
After listening to TPAB, I feel stirred into good works. I feel compelled to apologize for all of the unedited sermons, uninspired exhortations, and unthoughtful utterances I've shared in over fifteen years of ministry with words.
During one of our discussions about gender expectations, one of my senior girls says, "A master key is a key that can open any lock. That's how we treat boys having sex. But, a lock that can be opened by any key is a bad lock. That's how people look at girls." Brilliant. Devastating.
To Pimp a Butterfly paints with colors that resemble, if I may use the C word, classic hip-hop -- the album feels more like De La Soul, A Tribe Called Quest and 2Pac, all of whom made records that duck and weave in their bounce.