I sat down with Spencer Day to discuss The Mystery of You and jazz's slow stride to acceptance of gay artists.
While we are celebrating the just the survival of an R&B artist admitting he has had a desire for another man, what we are avoiding is the actual discussion of if we are ready for an actual openly gay black artist in our mainstream world.
Say what you will, but after the spectacle died down and the top honor of the night went to Mumford & Sons' album Babel, at least one thing is clear: We are in the midst of the New Sincerity. Being really into something is cool now, even if that something is, well, God.
Valentine's Day traditionally brings several pages in newspaper classified sections featuring tiny black hearts followed by romantic messages. Perhaps it's a blessing that print editions are dying -- there's something creepy about all those black hearts, as if they bear a curse.
Now it was Frank Ocean's turn to shine. His segment was coming up and I was genuinely looking forward to watching him sing live. Frank had already received a couple of Grammy Awardss earlier that night, so I was preparing myself to be wowed ... and then he was introduced.
The 55th Annual Grammy Awards took place Sunday evening at the Staples Center in Downtown Los Angeles. Staples is a massive stadium - it is where the Lakers, Clippers and Kings play. Countless concerts use the venue too (Beyonce in June, anyone?), but on Sunday, the Grammy's took over and it was an intimate affair. Cozy, actually. Frank Sinatra and big band music played softly over the speakers and guests milled around in everything from Oscar-like gowns to Vegas showgirl sparkles. After many an email over the course of February, I was able to secure a ticket inside the event to see what music's biggest and baddest night is all about and there are 10 things that you probably don't know about the Grammys.
Reviews have been pouring in for a almost a month now on A$AP Rocky's leaked debut, LONG.LIVE.A$AP. Here are some thoughts as we approach its official release.
Contemporary soul singers usually don't fare too much better than hip hop artists when it comes to creative freedom, but Michael Kiwanuka seems to have made the album he wanted to make, except that no one's really talking about it.
This year was rife with some great and relatively diverse popular music, and it's time we give some artistic cred not just to the capital-A Artistes who care not for the embrace of the masses but to the hit makers who have probably shaped the future of wedding receptions for decades to come.
While clearly drawing on the previous efforts of the genre's most famous sons (Marvin Gaye, Prince, etc.), a host of young artists have begun to open R & B up to a wide range of influences from rock, electronica and beyond.
Without seeming preachy, overbearing, or the least bit cliché, Channel Orange pulls you in like a page-turning novel. Undoubtedly, this album will top many end-of-year lists, but its impact will last much longer.
At the ripe old age of 17, being gay was fully how I defined my sexuality: I was a man who was only attracted to other men. In retrospect, it bothers me that at 17 I chose (or felt pressure) to set a boundary this concrete in my brain.
From small headlining gigs to playing Lollapalooza and then curating this year's ATP, The Afghan Whigs are enjoying their time back together, which brought them to a sold-out crowd at Manhattan's Terminal 5 on Friday night.
While it may be none of anyone's business, the One Direction members' sexuality matters a lot to their fanbase. One Direction as a business entity has made a crapload of money simply for the fact that they're heartthrobs, so there's a lot on the line.
In the past year he has worked with Booker T. Jones and John Legend, but fame wasn't always on the cards for James Jay Picton. Signed by Decca Records...
Frank Ocean's Channel Orange and Louis C.K.'s Louie are rare examples of great art that succeed because of -- not in spite of -- their willingness to provide endless grist for the social media mill.