Out of this world
Part rock star, part space-age chanteuse, Janelle Monae makes her own rules
AUSTIN, Texas - As her funk band kicks into overdrive, a mash of clanging cymbals and squealing guitar riffs, Janelle Monáe drops her microphone and locks eyes with the sea of strangers in front of her. She stands up straight in a white tuxedo shirt, her pompadour towering a good six inches high on her head. With arms outstretched, she ... (Full article: 974 words)
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