My relationship with music has always been a sentimental one. And seriously so. Sure, sometimes that means my ‘emotions’ get the better of me. Like the time I became so obsessed with Dixie Chick’s version of Landslide I had to put my headphones in to listen to it … while out at a club with friends. There […]

Guilty pleasure (noun) Something, such as a film, television programme, or piece of music, that one enjoys despite feeling that it is not generally held in high regard. That’s according to everyone’s favourite recyclopaedia, Wikipedia. We’re all bound to have them, if only because perceptions of ‘high regard’ are relative to each person’s own standards […]

I am quite well known in certain uncertain circles for my love of rap – and my love of rapping. I’m less well known for being loved for my rapping, a struggle that has only made me more determined over the years. I’m word perfect on many a Jay-Z or Q-Tip track. My other party […]

Unless you’re Amish – or embracing a similar radical lifestyle that includes no social media – you no doubt saw the news and read the (face)books. The news that Frank Ocean’s muuuuch looooong awaited second album, Boys Don’t Cry (his first mixtape not technically counted as an album, for reasons I’ll explain another time) was […]

The list of muse-os on my concert bucket list expands annually, not unlike my waistline – I wonder if the two are related? There’s some food for thought in among my thoughts about food. Fiona Apple, Outkast and Aaliyah have each hovered around the top three of that list for more than 10 years now. Sure, […]

By my ear-ssessment, there’s one truly great pop album every year. For full disclosure I actually have about 52 truly favourite albums each year. Still, among that crowd there is always one snap-crackling pop dynamo that stands out as the queen bee among the wanna-bees. In 2013, that queen bee was literally Queen Bey with her self titled gift from above. At […]