A message from my talented big brotha DJ Sean Malcolm:
Let’s face it, this has been one rough winter, with strong storms and blistering temperatures keeping us hibernating in our homes. But this time next week we’ll be in March. And before you know it, the mercury starts to rise and it’s Spring again. Which also means day parties galore. Well, me and the good folks at Brooklyn Terrace, the rooftop bar and lounge, decided to get the jump on this early. Starting tomorrow, and every second and fourth Sunday of every month following, we present The Brag About Sundays Day Party.
Why not? You want to end your weekends off properly, right?
Okay, this is the part of the email where I answer your burning questions for you.
WHEN? TOMORROW!!!! 3-8PM
WHERE’S THE SPOT? Brooklyn Terrace (216 Duffield Street, Downtown Brooklyn)
HOW MUCH TO GET IN? FREE 99!
DO I HAVE TO GET DRESSED UP? Not really. But at the same time you don’t want to attend like you rolled out of bed recovering from a hangover. Casual will suffice. We’re grown!
All is invited, all is welcome, so spread the good word. Also, for $20 you get unlimited Mimosas for two hours.
Don’t forget to hash tag #BragAboutSundays on your Twitter and IG (@Sean_Malcolm and @BKTerrace for both Social Networks). I’ll been checking my timelines for this.
So, after your church service (for some repenting for Saturday night’s debauchery), slide through and enjoy the good vibes, enjoy the stunning view of Kings County, enjoy the beautiful people in attendance and have a story to tell come Monday. Word to Christopher Wallace.
“There’s a misconception that women are more emotional than men…that’s complete bullshit”
And with that Brian Ennals sets off a fiery diatribe of a jilted lover. To say that this record is relate-able is an understatement. We’ve all felt that sickening feeling after being rejected or broken up with and dreamed up some nasty retribution that we’d never share with anyone for fear of being labeled a stalker or just plain curayzee. Well, Brian clearly has no qualms about that. Clocking in at just under four minutes, he wishes all types of ill will on his former lover – from birthing a “special” baby with her newfound flame to getting the monster from him – despite his own admitted flaws. All proving what I propose to be a new twist on an old idiom.
It’s always a great day when your favorite artist drops a new record. I didn’t love his last album but Bilal’s new single Back to Love has heightened my anticipation for his new jawn, A Love Surreal. I love that he’s gone back to that funky, playful and slightly eccentric sound that I dug in his previous work. Let’s hope the rest of the album stays true to form.
Teddy Roosevelt said it best, “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” I never cease to be amazed at the things that people accomplish when armed with limited resources and a genius mind. Great story.
I get a lot of music thrown my way by friends and old industry heads I used to work with. I can’t lie, I kinda hate evaluating new/rising artists because I don’t have patience for wackness. Some come to me because of that very fact, others learn the hard way and get their lil’ feelings hurt. But I figure if you ain’t in it to win it then why do it at all. On the other hand I do respect the fact that its a process for certain artists to get where they need to be. So I tend to look for one of three things before my apathy sets in: raw lyrical talent, distinct vocals or a style all their own.
When my right hand man D. Bills first put me on to Brian Ennals, the immmortal words of Dame Dash came to mind, “Oh shit it’s not even wack. I ain’t gonna front, it’s kinda hot.” I thought to myself, there’s something just plain different about his sound and that always piques my interest. Hailing from a small town named Severn right outside of Baltimore, mostly known as the birthplace of the milf-tastic Ms. Toni Braxton, his style speaks to the juxtaposition of having such a hellacious city within arm’s reach. Street aware but conscious in a Kendrick Lamar “Good kid, madd city” kind of way, but again, unique. His new single Newport Music is a glimpse into the mind of the self-described “couch potato, snark enthusiast, music connoisseur, sociologist, [and] former experimental drug sampler.” The meandering verses he spits over the “jazzy, horn infused track” can at times get lost in the ambience of it all. But if you can pull yourself out of the daze long enough, you’ll find that the brotha has something to say – albeit in a seemingly esoteric way. At the end of the day, its a nice intro to his forthcoming LP, Candy Cigarettes. Give it some burn and let me know what yall think…