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Thursday Tunes: Frank Ocean performs "Bad Religion" on Jimmy Fallon


 Frank Ocean is dope.

Period.

What a brave soul...as an instrumental person in the fusion of R&B and Hip-Hop with a dash of pop, lending his pipes and writing to Jay Z, Kanye and a host of other people. He was featured on a few songs on "Watch the Throne"....but his internet release mixtape "Nostaliga, Ultra" is what really made me fall in love with him.. A Native of New Orleans, his voice just paralyzes me.... Singer, Songwriter and part of the hip-hop alternative collective of "Odd Future" ...he is a force to be reckoned with.

He reminds me of a new-age Stevie Wonder or something.....his voice..his passion. I last featured him on the blog with the song "Thinkin Bout You"...but now he has his first major label release, just a week after he "came out" (or rather, explained.....) that he had been previously in a homosexual relationship. Who cares, right?  Apprently some in the hip-hop community and some narrow mnded people do..but overall there has been nothing but an outpouring of support. Even Beyonce had a post dedicated to him on her blog/Tumblr. I swear..homophobia and the black community prob deserves it's own post. But not today....today we celebrate Christopher Breaux aka Frank Ocean....


His performance of "Bad Religion" on Jimmy Fallon earlier this week (with the Roots as background as well as the strings...my god...the STRINGS....*faint*) was so perfect. Superb. Brilliant even. In the song, he talks about unrequited love......of a man. Man..that has to hurt...to feel passion for someone (no matter the sex) and who won't return the love....and can't return or...or can't articulate it out of fear....or whatever...

Despite your orientation..we have all been there right?? Shoot...I might be there now.......*sigh*
No words. Clearly "Channel Orange" is about to be a super influential album. I smell Grammy.....

Frank Ocean is dope.

Period.

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