Little Dragon at The Electric Pickle in Miami. The experience?… as ethereal as Yukimi’s voice.
It’s been a while – and break.fuss, to say the least, appears a bit impoverished. But what are you expected to write when the quill dries?
Today, however, I have decided to trudge on. The epiphany – the cerebral lucidness that I painstakingly longed [and subsequently, paused my prose] for – never came. And I surmise it never will. Perhaps in between the trite attempts to cloak the ineptitude of my ideas, something magical will occur. Let me explain.
|—||Via Glenn Beck (In reference to Tyler Perry)|
"Star", Little Brother’s last known track recorded (with all original members). Hard to understand why 9th Wonder was so adamant about it not being released — isn’t nearly as dope as anything from their prime. Left Back, the final Big Pooh/Phonte collaboration, drops April 21st.
|—||Via Dr. Martin Luther King|
One of Erykah Badu’s best efforts is 2004’s “Orange Moon" from Mama’s Gun. A bit prophetic, no?
The issue with Erykah Badu’s latest video isn’t so much her decision to disrobe, but her explanation for why. In fact, it was exciting to see a Black woman constructing her own image of sexuality (a rarity, indeed). But to pawn it off it as anything deeper is a tad disingenuous and intellectually cheap. Groupthink — dismantled by a modern day Hottentot? Yeah, no.
It is fascinating, however, that no one has made a fuss about T-Pain’s new video, "Reverse Cowgirl”.
Mos Def featuring Talib Kweli (Black Star) makes a triumphant return on “History”. From 2009’s Ecstatic, Mos Def’s most solid effort to date.
"A Clock With No Hands" via The Roots via Game Theory. Appropriate for the Saturday; appropriate any day.
It’s that time of year again — when negroes flock en masse to see yet another one of Tyler Perry’s legendary minstrel shows. No need to enumerate in great detail why these
films suck major ass…it’s been done before.
Sure, Perry’s found a niche serving a thirsty (and oft-neglected) audience, but God, it’s truly a conundrum that he’s this popular. There’s no haterade sippin’ going on over here — I’ll cede that Why Did I Get Married Too? is probably a hell of a lot more involving than much of the banal trash released every week. But when Dear, John is the competition, does it even matter?