All Beef, No Chicken, Columns One week ago, a producer-type friend from Philadelphia forwards a job posting to me for a rag in New York; 401K plan, dental, health and a negotiable salary. The position is music editor, with duties including contacting publicists, obtaining interviews,…
All Beef, No Chicken, Columns With the bitterness of a single 30-something woman on Valentine’s Day, I loathe October 31 for its insignificance on my calendar, and more importantly, the distractions it places on my everyday routines. This Halloween, however, a relic revived from hip…
Features, Music In C-Rayz Walz world, everyday situations are monster makers that chew up the innocent while exploiting the gifted, but Walz, a wise beast with a killer instinct, is keen on longevity as he patiently manifests his career.
Artist, Features Nicholas Di Genova is an inventor of his own world filled with post-apocalyptic animals that screw their own children and battle on different levels of Hell, but he’s a pacifist, doesn’t get out much and tries to stay away from…
All Beef, No Chicken, Columns Apparently a memo was sent to North American DJs that declares hyphy mashups as the new crunk, or even, the new snap rap. Regardless of any internal communication, the message is clear: white people love trendy rap.
Caucasians loved black music before Charlie Parker played
All Beef, No Chicken, Columns Shoveling heaps of greasy fast food is silently killing North Americans by making skinny people fat and fat people obese. And frankly, it’s disgusting.
Wealthy rappers with riders demanding mounds of soul food while on tour should be bitch-slapped by Tony Little. Having the means to improve their health, but not having the common sense to act on it, is like rejecting an HIV test after being shanked by a syringe. Fitness trainers
