Jordan Pedersen‘s hope was a rope, and he should have known. From the years of 2003 to 2007, The Very Best of Curtis Mayfield never left my car. In an era when I thought you couldn’t get better than the parodic self-seriousness of bands like Thursday, Curtis was a falsetto revelation from my one weird friend […]

Harold Stallworth has a thing for Joan Pringle. Have you ever noticed that the golden eras for black movie soundtracks coincide with the surge and resurgence of the American durag? Perhaps if we all wore our stocking caps to work next week, The Alchemist would score the next Steve McQueen film. In the meantime, dig […]