Chris Brown And Frank Ocean In A Fight Outside L.A Studio

Yesterday night, Chris Brown and Frank Ocean got into a fight while Breezy was about living a studio in L.A. They had some not so cool words for each other on twitter a couple of years back, so this should not come as a shocker. Read the more on the story below-




Chris Brown was involved in an all-out brawl with Frank Ocean Sunday night, and sources connected with Chris insist Ocean started it.

Chris was at Westlake Studio in the L.A. area listening to one of the artists he represents.  The sources say as Chris went to leave, Frank Ocean and his crew blocked Chris from leaving. The sources say Frank said, "This is my studio, this is my parking spot."

We're told Chris went to shake Frank's hand ... and that's when one of Frank's people attacked Chris.  Sources connected with Chris say one of Chris' friends jumped in front and hit Frank's friend.

Sources connected with Chris say Frank then came at Chris ... Chris pushed him away and they started brawling. (tmz.com)


And below is a tweet from Frank Ocean speaking on the fight-

I will keep you updated as more news on this comes in.

Frank Ocean Speaks On His Sexuality

Frank Ocean, an R&B singer and member of the hip-hop group, Odd Future, and also a frequent collaborator with rappers came out on his sexuality a couple of months ago. He did that through an open letter addressing the issue, but hasn't said much on it since then. In a recent interview with GQ Magazine, Ocean breaks down his feelings before and after coming out.

"When I was growing up, there was nobody in my family--not even my mother--who I could look to and be like, "I know you've never said anything homophobic." So, you know, you worry about people in the business who you've heard talk that way. Some of my heroes coming up talk recklessly like that. It's tempting to give those views and words-- that ignorance--more attention than they deserve. Very tempting. Some people said, "He's saying he fell in love with a guy for hype." As if that's the best hype you can get in hip-hop or black music. So I knew that if I was going to say what I said, it had to be in concert with one of the most brilliant pieces of art that has come out in my generation. And that's what I did. Why can I say that? Why I don't have to affect all this humility and sh*t is because I worked my a** off. I worked my face off. And the part that you love the most is the easiest part for me. So I'll do it again." (GQ)

"The night I posted it, I cried like a f*cking baby. It was like all the frequency just clicked to a change in my head. All the receptors were now receiving a different signal, and I was happy. I hadn't been happy in so long. I've been sad again since, but it's a totally different take on sad. There's just some magic in truth and honesty and openness." (GQ)

Frank Ocean Comes Out Of Closet...Pens Open Letter on Being Gay

I think this is a really bold step. I remember Fat Joe speaking on Gay people in the industry, and saying that he had actually worked with a lot, and was wondering why they wont come out and admit who they were. Frank Ocean, a member of the Hip Hop group, Odd Future, and the writer of Jay-Z and Kanye's No Church In The Wild hook just admitted being Gay in an open letter...I must say it takes a lot of courage to make a decision like this, cos things will definitely change for him after this...people would look at him differently.

You can read the letter below-


Whoever you are, wherever you are… I’m starting to think we are a lot alike. Human beings spinning on blackness. All wanting to be seen, touched, heard, paid attention to. My loved ones are everything to me here. In the last year or 3, I’ve screamed at my creator. Screamed at clouds in the sky.




For some explanation. Mercy maybe. For peace of mind to rain like manna somehow. 4 Summers ago, I met somebody.


I was 19 years old. He was too. We spent that Summer and the Summer after, together. Everyday almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I’d see him, and his smile. I’d hear his conversation and his silence.. Until it was time to sleep. Sleep I would often share with him. By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless.


There was no escaping.





No negotiating with the feeling. No choice. It was my first love. It changed my life. Back then, my mind would wander to the women I had been with. The ones I cared for and thought I was in love with. I reminisced about the sentimental songs I enjoyed when I was a teenager.


The ones I played when I experienced a girl too quickly. Imagine being thrown from a plane. I wasn’t in a plane though. I was in a Nissan Maxima. The same car I packed up with bags and drove to Los Angeles in. I sat there and told my friend how I felt. I wept as the words left my mouth. I grieved for them, know I could never take them back for myself. He patted my back. He said kind things. He did his best, but he wouldn’t admit the same.


He had to go back inside soon. I was late and his girlfriend was waiting for him upstairs. He wouldn’t tell me the truth about his feelings for me for another 3 years. I felt like I’d only imagined reciprocity for years.





Now imagine being thrown from a cliff. No. I wasn’t on a cliff. I was still in my car telling myself it was gonna be fine and to take deep breaths. I took the breaths and carried on. I kept up a peculiar friendship with him because I couldn’t imagine keeping up my life without him. I struggled to master myself and my emotions. I wasn’t always successful.


The dance went on.. I kept the rhythm for several Summers after.




It’s Winter now. I’m typing this on a plane back to Los Angeles from New Orleans. I flew home for another marred Christmas. I have a windowseat. It’s December 27, 2011. By now, I’ve written two albums. This being the second. I wrote to keep myself busy and sane.I wanted to create worlds that were rosier than mine. I tried to channel overwhelming emotions. I’m surprised at how far all of it has taken me. Before writing this, I’d told some people my story. I’m sure these people kept me alive. Kept me safe… sincerely. These are the folks I wanna thank from the floor of my heart. Everyone of you knows who you are.. Great humans.



Probably angels. I don’t know what happens now, and that’s alright. I don’t have any secrets I need kept anymore. There’s probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean. I was never alone, as much as I felt like it..As much as I still do sometimes. I never was. I don’t think I ever could be. Thanks. To my first love, I’m grateful for you. Grateful that even though it wasn’t what I had hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was. Some things never are…And we were. I won’t forget you. I won’t forget the Summer.I’ll remember who I was when I met you.





I’ll remember who you were and how we both changed and stayed the same. I’ve never had more respect for life and living than I have right now. Maybe it takes a near death experience to feel alive.Thanks. To my mother, you raised me strong. I know I’m only brave because you were first…So thank you. All of you. For everything good. I feel like a free man. If I listen closely, I can hear the sky falling too.