In his highly anticipated 12th studio album, Magna Carta Holy Grail, Jay-Z rightly notes that fatherhood can be a joyful and frightful experience, especially for a rising generation of fathers whose fathers were largely absent.
A man from a marginalized American community reaches the top of the corporate world, sees post-teen starlets popularizing lame impressions of black culture and raps about it on an album made possible by and distributed through the U.S. division of a South Korean cellphone company. Only in America.
Living in England, obviously the main sport is Football (sorry I mean soccer), I hear all my friends complain how every year the winner of the Premier...
There was something remarkable about seeing rappers pledge their support to a mainstream presidential candidate, especially given the history of antipathy between national politicians and hip hop.
If you're cool with Madonna and Jay-Z (or U-God from Wu-Tang Clan, Lord Finesse, etc. etc. etc.) playing holier-than-you but have Kanye issues serious enough to compel you to take to the internet and voice your concerns, it's time for a long, hard look in the mirror.
It's no secret that Jay-Z and Roc Nation Sports have chosen the athlete representation business as their next takeover target. But the business has been the subject of just criticism as dealings have been conducted with improper intentions that have left athletes in dubious circumstances.
The more I listened to the song, the more I put it on repeat because I recognized that J. Cole was telling the story of so many men, women, boys and girls across the world.
Capped off by a hit-laden set from Chime for Change co-founder and Artistic Director, Beyoncé Knowles-Carter (which saw her joined onstage for "Crazy in Love" by her husband, Jay-Z), the list of performers and presenters just might blow your mind a little.
In a previous blog, with tongue in cheek, I suggested that Jay Gatsby and his excessive West Egg style might be a distant ancestor of Psy and his gaudy "Gangnam Style." I showed the graph to my students and asked if we could fill in a third column for Psy. This is what we came up with.
Brooklyn shouldn't get too comfy with its current cool status; it's just a matter of time before the borough suffers a backlash as well, and the cool hunters go in search of the next big thing.
Whether you agree or disagree with Bono's or John Cougar's political leanings doesn't really matter, because at least they used their celebrity capital to accomplish something worthwhile.
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The National Meningitis Association gala (NMA) Give Kids a Shot, held recently at the New York Athletic Club, attracted people from all over the natio...
The problems start with Nick Carraway, whose role as the book's narrator is justified on screen by placing him in a sanitarium -- the film's invention -- where he has been diagnosed as "morbidly alcoholic."
Don't believe the hate. The Great Gatsby is not a terrible film; indeed, it's a surprisingly affecting one.
On Sunday nights, if you happen to venture to Bar Marmont in Los Angeles, you'll find a woman spinning vinyl. Yes, another club, another DJ, but look closer. There is something very different about this one.