I can’t pull myself away from writing.
What else is there to say, except love makes little sense?
How can Frank Ocean truly leave behind what once felt so good?
“Real love, I’m searching for a real love.”
“Why see the world, when you got the beach?”
“We’re behaving like teenagers.”
There’s a blithe energy to “Nature Feels,” speaking for all of ‘nostalgia, ULTRA..’
“Jesus Christ, don’t break my heart.”
“Dust” is focused on appraising the past as a means of heading off into the future.
One day, soon, I promise you, we’ll wake up inside a virtual reality version of a new Beyoncé album. Nothing will ever be the same.
“You can't miss what you ain't had, well I can.”
The crime of ownership is not intentional, just immature.
Frank Ocean’s “Songs 4 Women” teaches us never to make music for love’s sake.
“I don't believe our lives are simple.”
Long live overstuffed new-music-Fridays.
“Can’t feel a thing.”
Is it a good idea to release two albums in one calendar year?
The duality of “Strawberry Swing” is a reminder to make blessings out of the ordinary.