Songs From The Big Chair celebrated across six discs. How did all this material come together?
Let's be clear, right off the bat: This is neither a post about cats nor about Kanye West. This is, however, a post about what happens once one writes a blog post that may be less-than-favorable, albeit satiric, about American icons.
Close your eyes and begin to daydream about life, the places that excite you, challenges you face, people that encourage you, love, anguish, goals, dreams and last, but not least, purpose.
I am deeply troubled by your sudden quietness in the midst of such powerful youth activism against police brutality and state violence. The killing of Mike Brown in Ferguson, Missouri, has awakened a movement, yet you are silent. Other members of the black entertainment industry have contributed in various ways, yet you are ghost.
Friedrich Nietzsche certainly would be proud of his 21st century protégé. Kanye West probably wouldn't care.
Kanye West has opened my eyes and there is no going back. The two experiences are exactly, exactly the same. In Hollywood you have gifting sweets, million dollar deals, access, social capital, hedonism, wealth and more -- AKA the same thing Blacks dealt with in the '60s. Agreed, Mr. West! Agreed!
Whatever the reasons for Cheney's new mission to blame someone for the mess in Iraq and Syria, one thing is for certain: he won't stop going back in time until he's found all the culprits, including those who are long dead.
Emphasis on the value of standing has continually proven problematic for me. Consider, for instance, a typical day at an American school. Slouching, slumping and staying seated in school were interpreted as disinterest or disrespect -- much the same logic that likely fueled West's insistence that every single person in the venue get on their feet.
There is a space where existential nuance and personal confession all exist in the rhythms of a dreamscape universe. This is the world of Pell, and with his recent album Floating While Dreaming, he transports us to a universe of varied influences manifested in ambient sounds and serious hip-hop grooves.
Word on the street is that even Jay Z and Beyonce pay rent. It's hard to imagine a house suitable for these two celebs, but this one seems to fit the fab bill.
I'm in a wheelchair and though I can stand, I wouldn't waste even half a breath of energy standing up for you.
Many great acts that are legendary in the genre have come from Boston, and one of the names at the top of that list is Statik Selektah.
During his Yeesuz tour, Kanye West refused to perform his music until each and every person in attendance was on their feet. It doesn't seem that Kayne considered those among his fans may have been differently-abled.
As someone who lives with a pretty noticeable disability, the Kanye West incident really struck a chord with me. As a Disability Awareness Consultant, I operate with the knowledge that many people need the tools to understand disability, and that is okay.
True music lovers have a soundtrack for everything. When it comes to under-the-covers jams, there's one disc that resonates in my core. It's Gato Barbieri's alternately lush and animal-depraved soundtrack for the great Bernardo Bertolucci flick, "Last Tango in Paris."
Escalating racial tensions, and the puzzled response from white America, reminds us that many in suburbia still have no clue about American's complicated history with race. Taylor Swift's "Shake It Off" may be bubblegum fun, but it does not deserve a ghetto pass (regardless of her playful "I'm such a dork!" tone).