Personal Essay

I’ve found my solace on Beale Street, and there is room at this table for anyone willing to open up and love earnestly.

Frank Ocean chooses himself with his boundaries, making him an anomaly.

Keep driving. Keep swimming.

"This world was new for me and, to be honest, was a complete mindf**k."

This is an article, but it is also a thank you.

J.I.D crafted a special and particular song.

Sharing music is more than a recommendation. It is the creation of a bond.

Two months after his death, Mac’s presence is no less palpable.

Thank you, Mike.

"I wasn’t ready for this album."

I recognize that I am part of the fortunate few.

"Instead of telling us you’re biracial over and over, tell us what that means to you."

In his lifetime, Mac Miller made art by dancing with death.

There truly has never been a motherfucker iller.

The song has maintained an enduring relevance.

When people ask me why I love Kid Cudi, my answer is easy: because Kid Cudi’s music makes me feel less alone.

The true value of a song like “Reborn” lies in the fact that it is an easily-accessible alternative to important conversations.

"I'm two cups in and three shots away… It's hard to protect your feelin's when you so exposed"

Nostalgia is often abused, but when the feeling comes untainted—there's nothing like it.

"It’s time to fucking heal."

Specifically, his five best songs.

When my radio dreams turned out to be a nightmare, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

Three years ago a group of Chicago artists came over to my house to party and the party has yet to stop.

"I’ll probably look back in 10 years, starving, wishing I would’ve pursued real estate, or I’ll be a successful writer not regretting putting all my eggs in one basket."