Sometimes the music is mild, like I have a metronome inside my head and my footsteps are the beat, or my hands typing on the keyboard strings together a harmony with the sounds of chatter from bystanders.
To be young, gifted and black; oh what a lovely, precious dream. Nina Simone’s tribute to the late playwright Lorraine Hansberry in the opening stanza of her song “To Be Young, Gifted and Black” has been echoed in the music of acclaimed artists such as Aretha Franklin and Rapsody, but the sentiment itself has had […]
Until faith and belief in gods became a part of my understanding of it, I loved religion. Harry Potter and the Sacred Text never asks its listeners to believe that Hogwarts is real or that Harry is a divine being.
Looking back on this Sunday, I have come to accept that Bruno Mars appealed more to Grammy voters. 24K Magic was arguably his most successful album, and his other wins for Best Song and Best Record reflected this.
I’m ambivalent toward calling myself a millennial, because whether I am or not depends on which thinkpiece you read.
Politics aside, the Recording Academy also just honors sh-tty performers and performances. Is Bruno Mars really better than those nominated (and those who weren’t)?
The music industry — and hip-hop especially — evolves faster than your friendly neighborhood Caterpie in a Pokmon game, and with more songs equating to more money, it’s unlikely that artists like Migos care too much about album purists crying for shorter tracklists and a more cohesive listen-through.
This year, I’ve finally come around and begrudgingly acknowledged that I am someone who often wears her heart on her sleeve.
Although I don’t consider myself a fine artist, art has always played a crucial role in my life — it dictates how I choose to spend my free time, influenced my decision to minor in visual culture and governs the perceptions of others and myself.
If the rest of 'The Assassination of Gianni Versace' is anything like the first episode, I’ll be watching from beginning to end.