El R&B o Rhythm and Blues es un género musical afroamericano que se originó en la década de 1940, fusionando elementos del blues, el jazz y el gospel. En sus inicios, el R&B era conocido como "race music" (música de raza) y estaba dirigido principalmente a la audiencia afroamericana.
El R&B se caracteriza por la presencia de una sección rítmica que incluye batería, bajo y guitarra, junto con voces expresivas y emotivas. Las letras a menudo abordan temas de amor, relaciones, dolor y cuestiones sociales.
En la década de 1950, el R&B se popularizó a nivel mundial con artistas como Ray Charles, Sam Cooke y Etta James. En los años 60, evolucionó hacia el soul con figuras como Aretha Franklin, Otis Redding y James Brown. Finalmente, en las décadas de 1980 y 1990, el R&B se fusionó con el hip hop y se convirtió en un género altamente influyente en la música comercial, con nombres como Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston y Mariah Carey.
Hoy en día, el R&B sigue siendo un género musical popular y ha dado lugar a subgéneros como el neo soul y el trap soul.
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye, quien se hace llamar en el medio artístico The Weeknd, es un cantante, compositor y productor canadiense de origen etíope, nacido en Toronto, Ontario, Canadá, el 16 de febrero de 1990. En 2010 se da a conocer en la escena musical tras lanzar una serie de sencillos en YouTube de manera anónima; también a partir del éxito con canciones como "Call Out My Name", "The Hills" y "Starboy". Significado del nombre En sus inicios el cantante era conocido como Tesfaye, luego hace el cambio a The Weeknd. El nombre artístico The Weeknd, en español "Fin de semana", se deriva de su experiencia al abandonar la secundaria a la edad de 17 años, cuando él y un compañero de clases dejaron la escuela un fin de semana y nunca regresaron. La ortografía se modificó para evitar diatribas legales con una banda canadiense llamada precisamente 'The Weekend'. Niñez, Juventud y Vida Familiar The Weeknd es hijo de Makkonen y Samra Tesfaye, una pareja de emigrantes etíopes que ll...
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How I roll, how I be on the low
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I'm that nigga with the hair
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