Sunday, December 17 2006
As a kind of red-nosed warning, or a pre-eggnog PSA, here's a look at three memorable television treats that, inadvertently, have caused more pain and suffering than a trip to Toys R Us when the Tickle Me Elmo shipment arrived.
Thursday, December 14 2006
Take this and you'll feel better. Today's branded products work just like the patent medicines of old.
Wednesday, December 13 2006
The subliminal suggestion is that Sly Stone was this schizo black musician who needed chemical stimulants to transform his simple R&B tunes into bonafide rock anthems. In other words, black people can't rock without getting high.
Tuesday, December 12 2006
Thanks to the upcoming ban on smoking in public places, smirting may take France by storm. That’s all Parisians need: another excuse to stand in the street in loving embrace.
Monday, December 11 2006
Finally, a stand-up, face-off, clenched fists, chin in the air challenge to America's bullies.
Sunday, December 10 2006
Billy Wilder's The Apartment captures the holiday season feeling of those who stand beyond the glow cast by Christmas lights.
Thursday, December 7 2006
These are the sort of flowers that bloom in the Sahara Desert: thumb pianos, distorted amps, muddy blues, and traditional chants.
Wednesday, December 6 2006
I believe to my soul that a blue man can sing the whites; that when the Big Music is rocked epically by a musician who feels/claims it as birthright, he or she will render ethno-cultural-lingual-racial barriers moot every damn time.
Tuesday, December 5 2006
How do the "artist" and "critic" reconcile each other's presence? How literally must one walk this way in order to talk that way?
Monday, December 4 2006
As the weakened state of the Republicans augurs well for a Democratic president in 2008, a veritable flood of candidates has joined Clinton as the race begins. She begins her run with name recognition and plenty of monetary backing, yet she is far from a shoo-in.
Sunday, December 3 2006
To paraphrase the dead prez: Black pop is way, way bigger than Oprah, or Cosby, or LeBron James. Why, black pop is even bigger than hip-hop.
Thursday, November 30 2006
Stephon Marbury's new fashion line positions him as the anti-Michael Jordan of the NBA.
Wednesday, November 29 2006
It was one of the most talked about tomes upon its release. Unfortunately, our literary liaison for all things film thinks that Augusten Burrough's mesmerizing memoir was definitely defanged in the cinematic translation.
Tuesday, November 28 2006
I'm getting giddy imagining Chuck Klosterman and Cam'ron having a two-minute bull session on the Who's return to relevance, or, better yet, figuring out a logical way to deal with Lil' Kim.
Monday, November 27 2006
In which our resident ethical expert contends: Ethics may complicate, but absolute ethics complicate absolutely.
Sunday, November 26 2006
For every cinematic stocking full of shiny bright goodies, there are large filmic lumps of dirty old coal.
Tuesday, November 21 2006
This one is for the Afro-punks and black rockers and everyone else who doesn't see their hearts and minds reflected in what passes for mainstream black music nowadays.
Monday, November 20 2006
Take it from someone who knows, really knows; bridesmaiding is not glamorous work, but a hard slog at buffering the bride and groom in the social occasion war zone -- you are putting your body on the line.
Sunday, November 19 2006
In this final installment of Arabesque, Ursula Lindsey tries (and fails) to say goodbye to Cairo.
Thursday, November 16 2006
Our choice for icons is about more than just high camp and melodrama; it's about who we are in a fundamental way.