Monday, 28 February 2011
Jamaican-American singer-songwriter, producer Dorshon Deans just sent over his remix of the angelic songstress Szjerdene’s latest single “Think it Through” and I must say that it sounds amazing. He took the track to the next level. Give it a listen.
via Dorsh Music
Veronika “V” Bozeman, the female vocalist has been getting her foot in the door by being featured in other videos. She can be spotted in Keri Hilson's "Breaking Point" video.
Here`s a brand new unreleased track from M.I.A. titled "Zig Zag." The track, which was originally intended for "MAYA",but didnt make the cut for her third album released back in 2010. "Zig Zag" is hugely influenced on 80's pop/dance and she even borrows the “Oh oh oh-oh-oh”s from New Kids On The Block’s legendary “You’ve Got It (The Right Stuff)!”...I love it.
Here`s a new track from Alexis Jordan titled "The Air That I Breathe." taken from her upcoming debut album "Alexis Jordan", "The Air That I Breathe" is a beautiful acoustic ballad that really showcases Jordan's amazing vocals.
Since the release of her Demo last year, I’ve been looking forward to hearing something new from Szjerdene and hear it goes. "Think It Through" is her first unofficial single of 2011.The song covers the beautiful instrumental from Savath y Savalas‘ ‘Folk Song For Cello’ and was co-written by singer/songwriter Mar. This is perfect ‘mood music’ especially if you wanna kick back and throw off the stresses of the day..
Chanel Iman, Jourdan Dunn, Ajak Deng, Arlenis Sosa, Anais Mali, Joan Smalls along with Savion Glover, Anotonio Douhit, John Legend, Colson Whitehead, and Anthony Mackie are featured in the March 2011 issue of Vogue Magazine in a spread entitled “The Life Rhapsodic – A boehemian cast of artist and models welcome the season in an exuberant riot of color and print.”
She is teetering, wobbling on untreaded territory. Spinning a quick 360, yet still no familiar faces in sight, no warm smiles, no humble abode to call home. Her strength is fueled by the slow deadening of desire. Her quiet patience has been bred by several a defeat and many a disappointment. She has come to terms with the absence and tries her best to embrace independence.
He is wandering, blindly clawing at colorless, shapeless silhouettes. His perspective of time is drowned amidst disproportional yesterdays and tomorrows. Every day interchangeable for the next or the last, it all fuses into one ugly blur. He is master of his conscience, controller of his greed. He suffocates memories of her smile, extinguishing any leftover, burning embers.
But behind her ever-fading shadow, he wants her to know that she’s done nothing at all to make him love her less. It’s a pity she’s already realized that she does not deserve to love anyone else if she cannot first love herself.
Tonight, they lift their tired gazes up towards the street lights. Those orange, glowing pendulums of what they would like to believe is hope, shine throughout the night. At the first hints of sunrise, they dim low and greet darkness, with conviction.
Saturday, 26 February 2011
Here`s a new track from singer/songwriter and producer Raphael Saadiq titled "Stone Rollin" which is taken from his forthcoming album "Stone Rollin" due out on May 10. The track is a smooth bluesy song that feels so good. You can download the track on iTunes for free but only for a week so rush on there now to proclaim your free download of ‘Stone Rollin”.
In case you haven't heard, the former first lady of T.U.G., Jhené, is set to release a new song titled, "Hoe" featuring R&B newcomer, Miguel. The song is slated to be released February 28 (on Monday) as a new single for her official yet-to-be-titled debut album; her new album is briefly noted to be the follow-up to her unreleased 2003 effort, My Name Is Jhené.
via Lost & Found
Friday, 25 February 2011
Grammy and Academy Award winner Jennifer Hudson has just premiered the video for her lead single “Where You At“. The track taken from her second album "I Remember Me", which will be released March 22 and features production and writing credits from R. Kelly, Alicia Keys, Ne-Yo and more. The video was directed by Anthony Mandler and sees Jennifer making a return to her hometown of Chicago...Check it out below.
Jennifer Hudson’s Single Cover for “Where You At”
She has confirmed that it will not appear in her forthcoming debut solo album expected to be released soon. Tweeting about the single, the singer wrote: "Im disappointed that a track written almost 2 years ago when i was going through a difficult time(which you all know about) has been leaked (sic)".
"Check That Bitch"
"Who Am I"
It's been a long time since we've heard anything from singer M$ney but 3 tracks have leaked the full versions of 2 of her pasts track both produced by Milsap and the 3rd track titled "who Am I" which samples Vanity 6's "Nasty Girl".
No word on a release date but M$ney is still working on putting together her debut album .
A track from LeftField Artist Alja Jackson has leaked online. The track is titled "Wont Remember Your Name Tomorrow ".. it`s a energetic dance song with a massive production,catchy chorus and great vocals.
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Alicia Keys and Marsha Ambrosius co-penned smooth sexy soulful track "With You." Lifted from her debut album "Late Night & Early Mornings",the vocal and production arrangements resemble Me’Shell NdegéOcello’s “Trust (Inside Me),” which was featured on Marsha’s second Sextape. This should definitely be released as a single from her album.
Here`s a perview of Alexis Jordan's new track titled "You Give Up." The mid-tempo ballad is produced by Stargate. While the preview gives you a gist of the song, it definitely stays in the same lane as previous material we've heard from Alexis...
Evil Christian Cop: The Great Mistapes is a Five-song EP and follow up to Boudoir Synema and features co-production by Greg Wells (Teen Spirit) GB (Lazy Daze) and LA-based lyricist Def Sound. Take a listen and let us know which songs you love most.
Coming up, we will be releasing our major label debut New Designer Drug and until then will be on “The New World Culture Tour” (domestic/international) with Blu this Spring.
We have a lot more coming up and because of your loyal support, we will make sure you’re the first to know about everything. So, stay tuned for updates, make sure you’re following us on twitter @WeAreJDaVeY and check below for recent show footage and a special video message we made for you.
I want to find love like the rest of us,
Like a tuxedo on the back shelf of a thrift store,
Wear it like 1950’s prom night when some punk got lucky in the back seat of his father’s brand new Cadillac,
And when he was finally a man,
Or at least when he thought he was,
He lay there naked while the sweat dried off of his skin,
He felt like the sand at low tide,
He never wanted to put on clothes again,
So he cigarette flicked his suit out the door,
Let the crimson lining of its insides kiss the asphalt as if his innocence were road kill,
And I found it here,
All these years later,
It still smelled like 17,
But I didn’t want hand me downs,
No, I wanted something of my own,
I tossed it back.
Call me blue valentine,
But my parents barely made it past their first anniversary,
And twenty-one years later,
I can still hear my mother sobbing like the sound of her tears can’t pierce past the bedroom door.
I took sanctuary in the garden,
Watered her orchids to pass the time.
I drowned them accidentally.
From a young age, I kept people at a distance,
Until the smog cast a veil that smoothed out their features,
It’s funny how the farther things get, the prettier they appear.
I was a bird watcher with a rose tinted telescope,
But the only thing I discovered about cardinals were sins,
I learned to drink, fight, and fuck ‘cause I was living as fast as I was dying,
If a hummingbird stops beating its wings will it pass away?
I saw one once, perched on my windowsill,
It looked at me and flew,
I didn’t want to be the bad guy any more.
I played a redemption song,
If you listen closely you will hear that this record skipping in my chest is a stuttering songstress,
My bones like The Beatles,
Breaking apart to the Ballad of John and Yoko,
And I just want to get the band together,
This is my world reunion tour,
Because I’m still searching for this thing called love.
Where is it?
Went to the beach and only found wedding rings,
Groomed the matador’s cape and found nothing but fear,
Climbed beneath the banyan trees and found the ruins of something man once worshiped as god,
I did not find what I was looking for.
So I went back to where it all began.
Have you ever noticed that no one ever stares at the ceiling in Grand Central?
It’s the only place in the city where you can still see the stars,
But New Yorkers are too busy,
They always got a place to be,
My place was here,
I ran my fingers across the constellations like Braille,
They read me a poem,
Let me share it with you.
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
"Ibokwe" is the second solo album from one of my favorite singers Thandiswa Mazwai herself. Thandiswa to me, is the sound of South Africa."Ibokwe" is a spiritual journey, her voice taking you with her, channeling ancient wisdom and opening her soul up to the world. Even without understanding isiXhosa you can feel in every cell in your body the reverberating passion and love and individuality.
Here are some ofmy favorite tracks off the album.
"Thongo Lam (Iyeza)"
Vana Vevhu (Funk Afrika) (Ft. Ntsiki Mazwai)
"Izilo" Ft Ntomb' Ethongo
Ndim Iqhawe Part 2
Zobuya Nin Iinkomo Featuring Bongeziwe.
Undishiyile Feat. Mthwakazi
I recommend you get yourself a copy of this stunning album, it`s so worth the money.
One of my favorite singers Ayọ will be releasing her third studio album, Billie-Eve, named after her daughter due out on March 1st. I love the beautiful cover that reflects the new sound that Ayọ is creating with Billie-Eve. The lead single from the album, I'm Gonna Dance, was released earlier this year; take a look at the video and to hear more music from Billie-Eve, visit http://www.ayomusic.com/
As the leaves rattle in breeze like bullied children, I reflect.
If autumn is another metaphor, it insists the most lovely
Things in this world are the ones leaving it. Dying.
If my life is another poem, this makes my little
Brother a metaphor. Lovely. Leaving. Dying.
For the sake of aesthetics we can call him November.
It’s fitting flesh. He has reddish brown skin and
Half his heart is in a grave. In plotting his demise
He had forgotten I would be home come December.
Maybe I have been the end of him from the very beginning.
It was assumed we would travel in the same direction.
Even our mother used to dress us in synonym.
He always struggled in his English classes and
I’m sure the results are related. He couldn’t
Define himself outside his relation to me.
No wonder he sees life as a prison sentence.
Those fingerprints on his eyes belong to me. I’ve
Reached out to him during dark hours, but I’m gone
Now. I only see him through telephones these days.
I remember every call vividly.
One in particular, sounded like wrist-slit and ankle-sprain.
The tone tinted maple leaf: red, alarming – my brother
Contracting into himself like an unspoken secret.
A tender laugh caved between his cheeks.
A blush surfacing like smoke. He burns
For the sake of another person’s happiness,
Since he understands you cannot
Be a martyr and die of natural causes.
So, he curves his mouth into moth wings.
Kisses the heat. Swallows his Aderol
Pills with a lava flow of vodka. Monk-like.
He’d been squinting at his prospects long enough to
Make the golden-twine of a noose resemble a halo.
People aren’t leaves despite how easy they fall.
We are foolish to consider suicides stunning.
Awestruck by their cold and colors so neither
Our fingers nor voices can be lifted, as the
Falling petals patty-cake the sidewalks softly
As kindergarten footsteps, until the echo
Disappears like cheer at the end of recess.
I often ponder where voices go once they fall to the ground.
I imagine he’d say they don’t ever reach heaven.
I imagine he’d say he couldn’t find the Lord
Even while he was high. I imagine that’s the
Essence of depression, but he knows it.
Melancholy has more mass than Catholics do.
He is by far the heaviest prayer I’ve ever lifted.
He needs help, but doesn’t
Feel comfortable asking for it. Not from me.
But I understand him, because we’re brothers.
The dread of being burdensome is a bond shared
Between us like blood, and bruises, and blue
Jeans neither one can wear anymore.
We both bow out when bowing down goes awry.
We both draw into ourselves like wrinkles.
We both know telephones aren’t happy places.
I wish he’d see we have more in common than the
Surname chaining our hearts to one another.
I tell him this, but he can’t see a locket through the skin.
I tell him not to fear splinters. I tell him they
Are the price of building beautiful things.
I tell him he has a beautiful spirit. I tell him he is black.
I tell him that his spirit should be skeptical of tree limbs.
I tell him to remember. I tell him to always
Remember: dead leaves; lives behind.