If anyone epitomized a “moment in time,” it was Whitney Houston. At her peak, she unleashed her unmistakable, hit-making voice to seize each one, each song, like it was her last. And then sadly, in 2012 with an impromptu “Jesus Loves Me,” one last song did come, as her storied decline led to her shocking […]
Maybe you’ve heard: Taylor Swift has a new album, her fifth, and it’s really good. It’s actually the closest thing to a perfect pop release this year (that’s right: Nashville’s darling has gone full-on ’90s bubblegum), which basically means that, if you’re still resisting the T. Swizzle, it’s time you work on that.
One chorus did wonders for Mary Lambert, the guest vocalist professing romantic interest in a girl on Macklemore’s “Same Love.”
Since going indie, Melissa Etheridge must be feeling as free as when she first came out gay two decades ago.
Jennifer Hudson has never needed the post-studio polish her contemporaries depend on. Hudson proved she had the pipes on “American Idol,” and then later, as Effie in “Dreamgirls,” she triumphantly tore into “And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going.”
When you’re grinding up against a shirtless prospect in the thick of a gay dance orgy, nothing sets the sexy-time mood quite like some Amy Grant, right?
Here to make you feel better about your life is Jason Mraz, the Oprah of white-boy balladry.
The feigned public image adapted by Lizzy Grant (better known as Lana Del Rey) extends to the singer’s latest album, “Ultraviolence,” where her divisive commentaries on greed, danger and dying complement her made-up mystique.