Miguel ‘Leg Drop’ Fan Heading to Court?

It seems as if the fan Khyati Shah who was accidentally leg-dropped by Miguel during the 2013 Billboard Awards is singing a different tune than the one she uttered after the now-infamous incident.

According to E! News the young lady’s condition has worsened since the incident. Ms. Shah’s attorney is “considering” legal action pending the outcome of recent medical result.

“We will determine that after we have feedback from medical providers,” said Shah’s attorney Vip Bhola. He also shared that he has yet to speak with Miguel’s legal representation about the incident. However, he seemed open to the idea of a possible settlement.

Shortly following the accident Shah was seen backstage with Miguel holding an ice pack to her arm, at the time the lady was in good spirits about the incident and held no ill feelings stated “I adorn him.”


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Mariah Carey ft Miguel – #Beautiful (Live on GMA)

I was fortunate enough to attend Mariah’s performance on GMA where Miguel was her surprise guest as they performed #Beautiful live for the first time. Miguel despite some of the rude fans in the audience was a consummate professional from rehearsal all the way through to the live performance.

He didn’t even trip when one of the GMA hosts mistook a white male dancer (who was dressed in a tux like the other male dancers for Mariah’s performance of We Belong Together) for him.

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NEW VIDEO: Mariah Carey feat. Miguel – #Beautiful

Check out the full version of MC and Miguel’s collaboration which premiered earlier tonight on American Idol.

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New Music: Mariah Carey feat. Miguel – #Beautiful

The wait is over. Take a listen to Mariah and Miguel’s collaboration. Thoughts?

You can also download the song on iTunes.

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Mariah Carey and Miguel make ‘Beautiful’ Music Together

Thee rumors are true! In a collaboration that I can only describe as my dream come true, Mariah Carey and Miguel have hooked up for a duet titled ‘Beautiful’.

The track is her first official single from her upcoming as-yet-titled album. The two have already shot a video (directed by Joseph Kahn) for the song.

The release date for the duet is May 6th.Check out the teaser below:

Miguel talked to MTV News at the Time 100 Gala about when he first fell in love with Mariah:

Music fans might want to sit down for this: The rumor mill is spinning in overdrive that Miguel and Mariah Carey have cooked up some sweet R&B goodness for her in-the-works studio album.

Following the trail to how the rumor started takes a bit of sleuthing, and Miguel doesn’t seem quite ready to elaborate. “Rumor mills? I don’t know why fans would put that together. I don’t know,” he told MTV News on Tuesday at the Time 100 Gala.

The speculation has been fueled by tweets sent out by the parties involved. The origin of the rumor dates back to April 3, when Mariah tweeted about the R&B crooner’s “SNL” appearance, sharing that she had recently run into him in the studio. Two weeks later, she tweeted she was mixing the album’s lead track.

And then it all kicked into high gear Monday when sound mixer Fletcher Allison, who works for video director Joseph Kahn, wrote about being on set with the twosome in a now-deleted tweet. “Working on a Mariah Carey + Miguel video for the man Joseph Kahn,” he wrote. “Wouldn’t trade this for 1,000 Coachellas.”

That same day, within a matter of 30 minutes, Kahn and Miguel each tweeted out messages that have some fans wondering if they are somehow related. While Kahn was excited by the cameo, he wouldn’t confirm who it’s from. “Lets do that again sometime. MOMENTS. So appreciative,” the “Adorn” singer shared about, well, something.

And while fans are hyped to know the truth, Miguel won’t confirm or deny the speculation anytime soon.

“I think it would sound beautiful. I think it’s a great juxtaposition,” he shared when asked what dream the collaboration between them would sound like.

He continued, “I mean I fell in love with Mariah Carey when she walked out of the pool in [the ‘Honey’ video in 1997]. That ‘Honey’ video, that was it. And I’ve had a huge crush on her ever since. And, so, if we ever do have a chance, you know all respect to [Carey’s husband] Nick [Cannon], all love. I think I have a huge crush more on her as a musician, and I think it would be really great.”

Source: MTV News/Mariah Carey via Twitter

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Miguel’s Second Wind

Miguel’s alcohol stash is low. He’s got a glass-worth of whiskey, which he says he prefers, and one bottle of beer. He offers me the whiskey. It’s 8 PM on a Saturday in LA and the plain, two-bedroom apartment he shares with his girlfriend of seven years, an aspiring actress named Nazanin Mindi, droops with remnants of a recent party. A golden CONGRATULATIONS! banner dangles in a corner, tied up by one end, and deflated balloons wobble idly on the carpet. Taped to the wall, a plastic flag with stick-on letters reads: ADORN NO.1.

It’s a week before the release of Kaleidoscope Dream, Miguel’s second album, and its single “adorn,” a top contender four our generation’s “Sexual Healing,” holds the highest slot on Billboard’s R&B chart. He recorded the song last year in this very apartment, in the makeshift studio/second bedroom, where a microphone stand is now the sole piece of audio equipment visible beneath trash bags full of scarves, sweaters, and black hats.

Out in the living room, Miguel talks sweetly to his two cats while loading a rough cut of his music video for “The Thrill,” shot in grainy black-and-white at a lavish birthday party he recently threw for Mindi. About a minute into the clip, he leaps forward to point out his dad, a light-skinned man with chubby cheeks and a panama hat, beaming with an arm around his son. Tonight the couple will be attending another party, hosted downtown by the actor/rapper Childish Gambino, and a sharp knock at the door announces tow friends, ready to carpool. Mindi emerges from their bedroom in a change of clothes, keeping with the small entourage’s unofficial uniform of black leather jackets. Miguel maxes our his MacBook speakers with a playlist titled “Ratchet Music.” Everyone takes a B12 vitamin. In a last-minute inspection before heading out, he tugs the corner of his cheetah-print shirt and curls his ankle to examine a pair of zippered black shoes. “You guys would tell me if i look crazy, right?”

Miguel Jontel Pimentel was born 25 miles south of here, in the fishing port of San Pedro. His father is Mexican and his is Black, the combination of which has given their son vaguely Asian features, his eyes like thin almonds on a heart-shaped face. Miguel’s parents divorced when he was eight, and he and his younger brother spent the school year living with their mother in San Pedro and summers with their dad in Inglewood, where Miguel first learned how to record his velvety singing voice, and collected the life lessons for his lyrics to match it. “My mother was really, really sheltering,” he says “Very religious as well. She raised me to be God-fearing, upright. Barely even let us listen to the radio. Then I’d go to my dad’s house and I’m watching mad porn, trying to talk to girls, getting into trouble. It was really double-life shit, but that’s when I started to learn that I had to make decisions. Who I’m going to be, how I’m going to act. My life has always been like that. are you Mexican or are you Black? Are you Christian or are you no religion? I decided I was always going to be different. Because I already was different.”

When he was 14, Miguel landed his first production deal, and at 19 he signed to the independent label Black Ice, a career miscalculation that would derail the release of his debut album by five years. Of Miguel’s ethnic halves, the label placed all their chips on Black, positioning him as a cookie-cutter, dancing R&B singer in the mold of Usher. In a low-budget electronic press kit still housed on Black Ice’s Youtube, Miguel looks like a child trying on his dad’s clothes, smothered by a baggy sport coat and an oversized LA Dodgers cap. Performing a cappella, he punctuates every line with a tic: he licks his lips, laughs and whips his head with a sassy, Michael Jackson you-got-TA! His first music video, “Getcha Hands Up!,” features that same ungainly Dodgers hat, and as Miguel pushes to the front of a nightclub to direct partygoers in choreographed toe-spins, he comes off like the lead in an unwitting satire of contemporary R&B. In 2007, he decided to terminate his contract with Black Ice and sign to Jive, but Black Ice sued Miguel and his new major label for nearly a million dollars in expenses, creating, according to Miguel, a “whole fucking shit-storm” that would draw out in court for three years.

The suit was settled in 2010, and All I Want Is You was finally released on Jive. Sales were modest at first—just 11,000 in its opening week—but the album slow-burned its way to moving 400,000 copies. Three of its four singles reached Billboard’s R&B top 10: “Sure Thing” charted for the entirety of 2011, lingering for over 60 weeks at number one, and it ended the year in Billboard’s top 100 best-selling singles of any genre. But the album Miguel hyped as “eclec-tric” in interviews was sporadic to a fault, with no real aesthetic core. He wrote every song on the album but, despite years of technical experience, produced none. At one point, a futuristic song with a plodding synth line bizarrely fades out after only 30 seconds, an awkward bridge presumably inserted to mend the rift between the desperately lonely guitar track that precedes it and the ’90s boom-bap that follows. Whether the album’s confused identity is a case of outsized ambition or simply a conflict over what Jive would tolerate from a new artist, for listeners, All I Want Is You feels like a big house with too many rooms, and Miguel its puzzled inhabitant.

“It’s not like I speak like a fucking hood dude,” Miguel says, discussing the misconceptions that followed hos debut over spinach salad and mint lemonade the next night at a small restaurant near his apartment. “My mother is a very eloquent woman, and my father is a teacher. Between the two, they raised me to speak a certain way. So the way I spoke, the way I dressed, all of that was like, ‘Wow, wait a second. this isn’t black…Oh,then he must be gay.’ Now, whether or not I’ve worn things that are questionable—oh my god—I look at pictures of shit I’ve worn, and you know what? I don’t really blame anyone. I get it. But I was learning. I was trying to hold on to some sense of individuality in the midst of being convinced I had to appeal to a certain kind of crowd.” On the cover of All I Want Is You, Miguel’s small head is shaved; he sneers behind oversized, frameless, red-lensed sunglasses and a leather jacket with a triple high collar, pulled up to his ears. “I was exclusively marketed as an “urban artist,” he says with air quotes, “and I mean that in the most generic way. But I have never been one to live within a stereotype. My lifestyle has always been alternative in comparison to what’s expected from an ethnic male from Los Angeles. With my first album, not only was I being misunderstood, I was misunderstood, and it was distracting people from the music. Now, I want to make sure that everything I do is the best, most rounded projection of who I really am.”

Miguel insists he has no regrets about his first release, but these trials have undoubtedly stoked the flame of his perfectionism, His concerts involve no overt choreography, but Miguel will spend four hours rehearsing in a dance studio, just him singing inf front of a mirror, and it’s easy to imagine him trying out more everyday gestures there, too: how to check his watch, how to smile if a stranger calls his name. “I’ve been reading about the Rat Pack and finding out everything was rehearsed,” he says. “I don’t smoke, but I know how to hold a cigarette.” Unfortunately, there’s a thin line between managing your public face and appearing overly made-up, or worst, seeming to try too hard. He rarely says hello without following up with a compliment—”I’ve never seen your hair down, it’s beautiful;” “I love your bag.” To doormen and valets, he is gracious, snapping into Spanish at any chance, always lingering a few lines longer than is required. He’s quick to laugh. He picks up the phone. He never interrupts.

Miguel drives a white BMW x6 with a new leather smell and a change cup holding euros and a guitar pick. Besides his wardrobe, the SUV seems to be his only costly material investment. Today he is wearing three large rings: a snarling silver wolf head, a silver pyramid and a folded-up hundred dollar bill. He sports a tan vest, tan jeans with a black bandana in the back pocket and an illustrated Sade t-shirt, the first in his collaboration with the designer Deer Dana, for whom he’s selected a trio of female music icons to be drawn and emblazoned onto clothes and accessories. (So far, he’s settled on Sade and Grace Jones.) While driving home after dinner, he fields a business call about an in-production music video. “It’s not wack,” Miguel tells someone on the other line, “but it’s not my vision, All you gotta let me do, bro, is be creative. It doesn’t take rocket science at this point, it’s not hard to do, let me be creative and make decisions,” He lowers the phone as we pass a police car. “It’s about settling and being short-changed,” he continues. “I don’t want to say it’s okay, I want to love it, I want it to be undeniable. The music is too good not to compete on the visuals. Have you even watched ‘We Found Love’?” After hanging up, Miguel links his phone to the car’s dashboard computer and scrolls through his music—Glasser, Curtis Mayfield, Little Dragon, m83. He lands on a song by Swedish electronic duo The Knife: “Have you heard the live version of ‘Heartbeats’? It’s sooo much better…I do listen to my own shit, though,” he says, scrolling to “The Thrill.” Driving down Melrose, he reclines his seat and begins mouthing the words

Recording for Miguel’s second album actually began while he was unhappily working on his first. He wrote “Kaleidoscope Dream” as a reaction to the more predictably “urban” songs that he was strong-armed into making for All I Want Is You: “They were like, Can you please do a song more like this? And I said, Fuck it, okay, cool. But it took me so long to get it done, because i didn’t really want to do it. So I was like, I’m going to do another joint and just be creative. this isn’t going to have a hook. It’s not going to have form. there’s no chorus, really,” he says, noting that for an R&B song, the lyrics are unusual. “I taste you in infinite colors/Collide in a fountain/Amidst all the lovers/Kaleidoscope dream,” he sings quoting the song. “What the fuck is that about? And why can’t I just do that?” After his debut was released, Miguel prepped a trio of self-financed and largely self-produced EPs to cultivate this more esoteric side, pushing his sound closer toward his perception of himself. he called the EPs the evocative but meaningless Art Dealer Chic. Each would include three songs, totaling nine—essentially a full album of material. With this gradual, bite-sized approach to releasing music, Miguel could build a sustained buzz of his own control, reaching a zenith with the official release of his sophomore album, which would include the best song from each EP.

Kaleidoscope Dream has the good and bad fortune of being released during a high-water mark for more alt-friendly R&B, helmed by artists like the softer Frank Ocean and sleazier The Weeknd, whose music has been championed in places once reserved only for rock criticism. In a world without Ocean’s Channel Orange, it’d be hard to imagine NPR’s website premiering the Kaleidoscope Dream album stream, or Pitchfork bestowing it with a “Best New Music” tag. as both outlets did. (Miguel says he and Frank ocean, who moved to LA in 2005, were once close, but he would not discuss their relationship on the record.) But unlike Frank Ocean, who with his debut, Channel Orange, has only once enjoyed the benefit of major label promotion, Kaleidoscope Dream is Miguel’s sophomore second draft. For everything Miguel has in common with left -of-center artists, his finest attributes as a musician— a powerful voice laced with honeyed falsetto, vivid yet economical songwriting, tightly coiled but expansive production— were learned from. and thrive within, the major league commercial system.

As with his first album, Miguel wrote every song on Kaleidoscope Dream, but this time he produced many of them too, making it a rare work of artist-conceived, radio-ready R&B. And while the terrain is familiar—Prince and Marvin Gaye being the album’s most notable touchstones—there is an aesthetic through-line that is Miguel’s own. Chunky bass lines stomp across the album, as synths torque compelling askew. guitars are everywhere, with great range, sometimes tenderly coaxing and sometimes anthemic, and Miguel’s voice performs an equally varied scale. he writes about adult love and meaningful sex with yearning, vulnerability and resilience. On “Do You…,” Miguel evokes an entire relationship with three crushingly simple lines: What about matinee movies, morning secrets/Midnight summers, swim private beaches/Rock, paper, scissors. Wait! Best out of three. But the finest parts of Miguel’s sound, and the soul-baring blaze on “Use Me,” the albums rousing third track. The chorus has two parts, the first portraying insecurity in a one-night stand and the second show of gentle dominance. First he sings: Use. Wanna give you control/With the lights on, if i could just let go/Forgive me, it’s the very first time/And I’m nervous. Can I trust you? Then, the response: Trust me, while I take this off/With the lights on, ’cause it turns me on/If you’re nervous, just let me show/You how to touch me. I could teach you. Conventionally told, this would be a gendered story&#amp;151;Drake and Nicki Minaj in a duet, maybe switching roles for an attempt at subversion#&151;but Miguel uses no pronouns, names no names. he plays both parts. Or maybe the two voices are that of one person in ultimate anxiety, debating, at the most tender moment, which face to show.

Miguel wants nothing more than to endear himself to the public, but this obsession with putting his best foot forward can be its own barrier. On a Monday night in Hollywood, he has just a half-hour until his set time at a GQ magazine release party, held in The Sayers Club, a secretive spot accessible only through an unmarked door in a Papaya King juice bar. He’s 15 minutes away, in a hotel room he booked only to change clothes, reclined and shoeless in bed beneath a large photograph of a woman’s black-pantied backside, watching the singing competition The Voice with the volume down. Deliberately, he rises to piece together his outfit: a jet black Thierry Mugker blazer, a collarless Alexander Wang dress shirt, vintage Versace sunglasses, leather pants, leather shoes and two silver necklaces with a microphone and a cigarette for charms. Somehow, Miguel’s truancy doesn’t feel like a power play; it’s more like he’s deferring for the sole reason that good things take time. But still, he’s very late.

He buttons then unbuttons his jacket, fussing unhappily with the shirt. He peels it off, and in the process, reveals a block-letter tattoo running up his left side reading: ASPIRE TO INSPIRE. He digs out an ironing board from the closet. Someone on The Voice enchants the judges, the singers beaming face met with riotous applause. After ironing the shirt, Miguel puts it back on. “I look tired as fuck,” he mutters. He takes it off and irons it again. “I may not wear this fucking belt either.” At last, sufficiently crisp, the shirt goes on, the belt comes off and Miguel heads out through the lobby, where a black Escalade waits. “We gotta grab hairspray,” he tells his handler in the car. The driver knows a place. Forty-five minutes after Miguel is due onstage, we pull into Walgreens on West Sunset. While his handler holds a place in line, Miguel roots out a canister of Bed Head and strolls to the perfume display. He glances over his shoulder, eyes his reflection in a thumb-smudged mirror between shelves of celebrity-endorsed fragrance and begins to spray.

Nowhere does Miguel’s tireless self-cultivation and dogged willpower pay off more than in his live show—that is, once he finally makes it to the stage. he flips his pompadour head-first through Little Richard gyrations, leaps to the left and staggers in a dramatic James Brownsian fashion. His shows are the expression of hard work; what Miguel lacks in natural grace, he makes up for in crowd-rallying shows of effort. When guitars wail, cymbals crash and Miguel’s perfect falsetto rises above it all, it’s surely impressive, but what’s most endearing is the way he works for it. His breathing slows, he quiets the band, he falls to his knees. Then he roars.

Source: FADER

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Save The Date: Miguel to Perform on ‘Saturday Night Live’ in April

Miguel is going to bring his Kaleidoscope Dream to Saturday Night Live on April 13th. This will be Miguel’s first time on the iconic show. Hosting the show will be Vince Vaughn.

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