“Tutti frutti! Oh rudy…” My granddaddy loved him some Little Richard. Throughout my childhood, he’d walk around the house and randomly break into song. “Ah-whop bop b-luma b-lop bam boom!” I cannot think of Little Richard without thinking about my grandpa. As I type, the world is mourning his death and I am in the … Continue reading More Than Music: Little Richard Is the Architect of Flamboyant Southern Black Queerness
Netflix's selection usually sucks, in my opinion, so I rarely use the streaming service. Usually, I only watch something if it's recommended by someone else or there's social media hoopla. In this case, it was the latter. Since I'm stuck in the house on an extended Spring Break, I decided to write about it. I … Continue reading Uncomfortable: My First Impression of Netflix’s Self-Made
I thought I would have a Chris Crocker moment over Beyoncé, but here we are. Honestly, I didn't know who the girl was until a few weeks ago, and I still can't name one of her songs. I didn't hear one of them in full until I watched her Tiny Desk Concert. Her performance was … Continue reading Leave Summer Walker Alone.