Grammy Award winner Maxwell was the latest artist to perform for VH1′s Storytellers series. Originally recorded in May before an intimate audience in NYC, watch an listen as Max gives a performance of “Fistful Of Tears” and gives the backstory of how Mary J. Blige and Anthony Hamilton were in studio during the song’s creation. Read the rest of this entry »

Only Max could take eight years off and then come back to release an album that receives six Grammy nominations. In this interview with TRACE.TV, he speaks on the album, his career and the future. Read the rest of this entry »

Nas joins Maxwell on this remix to benefit the (Product)Red campaign.  Read the rest of this entry »

Anishya Sue Reyes With The Bubble & Underboob

Fun With Google: Kanye West [Gunaxin]

Maxwell Enjoys Sex With Women On Their Period [NWSO]

Reasons People Click On Banner Ads [Cracked]

Top 10 Reminder Tools for Forgetful Minds [Lifehacker] Read the rest of this entry »

Mr. Greg Laswell is one ballsy man. He just released a new EP of covers and decided to try his hand at Maxwell’s “This Woman’s Work.” I don’t know about you all, but Max’s version was the “lost my virginity” anthem in high school. Read the rest of this entry »

Somewhere between the iPod & flicking across Clear Channel’s bandwith, “Bad Habits” popped up in the rotation yesterday. Read the rest of this entry »

Words by Jesse H.

Chances are, most rappers didn’t pay much attention in high school chemistry. That said, the majority do know some basics about chemical equations. You need to find an appropriate balance, run a controlled experiment to test your theories, and most importantly, the chemist who’s handling the material better know what they’re doing or the whole concoction could blow up in their face. Luckily, in the case of Alchemist’s second LP Chemical Warfare, the man behind the boards has a keen understanding of the Hip-Hop scientific method. Read the rest of this entry »

Alan the Chemist is set to drop Chemical Warfare this July 7th with what Beware calls possibly the greatest supporting cast…ever.

Well shall see how that chemistry fares for him (couldn’t resist.) In the meantime, his Cookbook still has the recipe to get those heads-a-bobbin’.

Cop that.

Previously Posted — “Returning The Favor…”

Man listen. BLACKsummers’night doesn’t have a release date, but if this is what it’s about they can take my $15 now. It might even bump Urban Hang Suite out of the disc changer.

Download — Maxwell – “Pretty Wings”

Previously Posted — Black. Summers’. Night | The Art Of Stocking Your CD Changer

True to my dopeboy roots, I’ve started to buy whoorides every other season. Not that I’m doing it to duck the cops (I will) or because I like a cash transaction (I do), it’s more because I prefer to put miles on a beat up ass car that’s already taken it’s dents & dings as opposed to driving my main vehicle. That way, it gets fucked it…so be it. K.I.M. A dude backed into my last one, causing a small bit of damage. I ended up settling with his insurance company for more money than I actually paid for the motherfucker lol. I took that cash, sold the damaged goods & upgraded to my current hunk of metal junk.

Of which, it has a 12 disc changer in the trunk. Read the rest of this entry »

Somewhere, Kate Bush is smiling.

I Spied @ Soul Bounce.

Previously Posted — Black. Summers’. Night

The once bountiful land of apt vocalists has become creatively arid, destitute of talent and pathetically monotonous. It’s terribly easy to forget that there are artists out there with voices that do not require autotune or overpowering/generic beats in order to create a palpable melody.

I, for one, had definitely almost fallen into such a lull a few months back, having tired out the collection of the few decent R&B and Neo-Soul albums from this past year or two. I was about to pull a Nasir Jones and declare the cultures dead.

But the fat lady was yet to sing.

Pic Property of BET

Maxwell, although neither fat, nor a lady, hadn’t sung quite yet either. When he eventually did, he put the genres back onto my regular rotation. Initially, it came to me in one of those Archimedean “Eureka” moments while I was looking for a song to cap off a slow jam playlist I was working on. One of my co-workers noticed me jolt, to life and began peeking over my shoulder. She then proceeded to proclaim her adoration for the once afro-puffed crooner, and requested his discography. Read the rest of this entry »