The most exciting recent musical development in R&B has less to do with its beat than what's floating above it. The synth-led humidity the genre has absorbed via the likes of Frank Ocean, Drake (and his producer, Noah "40" Shebib), the Weeknd, and Miguel is shaping the commercial genre before our ears in a way that hasn't happened since Timbaland revolutionized it by making it skitter during the last half of the ‘90s. Mood music actually sounds moody again.

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The love of Rihanna's life, Chris Brown, and his sensitive, sweater-draped nemesis Drake can't stop getting sued by people over their bottle fight two months ago. Last week, the feuding Rihanna lovers were sued by company called Entertainment Enterprises Ltd., which is somehow connected to WiP, the club where the bottle throwing melee took place. The complaint seeks $16 million in damages, claiming that, and this is actually in the legal papers, the two "shared a grudge against the other arising out of their romantic relationships with the same woman." According to the lawsuit, this led to bottle throwing and fighting between the two crews, which are described in the suit thusly:

Drake is rumored to be working on a posthumous Aaliyah album. Maybe it will be great, maybe we'll cry all over again.

We know that Frank Ocean's bold move of publicly admitting that he is a man who has loved another man is a huge thing for R&B—and, to a lesser extent, hip-hop since Ocean sometimes sings with rappers. Here is how Touré put it last week:

SoHo club Greenhouse has been closed since the June 14 bottle-throwing fight in its basement lounge, W.i.P. Brown. You know, the brawl Drake or Chris Brown or someone else entirely might have started.

Just because there are no bottles flying in the air doesn't mean the fight between Chris Brown and Drake has settled down. Instead of a bar brawl, however, it's become a war of the words. (Looks like that boxing match is off the table.)

Celebrity Boxing promoter Damon Feldman — the self-proclaimed "WWE of boxing" — wants to see Chris Brown and Drake finish what they allegedly started at a New York nightclub two weeks ago with three minute-long rounds of prize fighting.

We've heard several conflicting reports about the bar brawl that erupted between Drake and Chris Brown. Now a third hip-hop star has entered the conversation to offer his perspective about the night in question.

Looks like Australian Hollie C. and basketball player Tony Parker weren't the only innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire between Chris Brown and Drake during their recent bar brawl. Two new victims have come forward claiming they were injured in the fight.

Details of the bar brawl between Chris Brown and Drake are still hazy. While initial reports said that Drake was leaving the club when the actual fighting started, the New York Daily News' sources claim the NYPD is focusing on Drake as the instigator.

Stitches were reportedly needed last night after someone in Drake's camp — possibly Drizzy himself — busted a bottle over Chris Brown's chin during a dust up between the two, allegedly over Rihanna.

In GQ this month, Claire Hoffman sits down with rapper Drake for the magazine's cover story. Drake is not a horribly interesting person, and celebrity profiling is not usually a horribly interesting craft, but Hoffman wrote a great piece. Within the few hours she spent at the rapper's mansion in The Valley, she essentially lived through a real-life chapter of a 16-year-old's fan fiction. Drake wined and dined her (with white wine spritzers!) in his backyard terrace—complete with waterfalls, bronze animal statues, and a giant fire pit "fit for a king from Middle-earth"—and they watched Sixteen Candles. All that was missing was a bearskin rug.

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Drake isn't having a great week. That newfangled Internet machine he trusted sputtered out and leaked his album all over the Internet. Drake got his Internet period during gym class on the day he wore his brand new white pants, and oh, how the cruel girls do taunt!

Minor chords, broken hearts, and half-sung complaints about success from a dark corner of the party—yes, unibrow-slash-rapper Drake is back with Take Care.

R.E.M. broke up last week, but don't be too sad. See, lots of people are still making music all the time, much of it noteworthy. Here are a few recent happenings in music that we'd love for you to be up on, if you're not already.

With the coming of Diddy's Labor Day White Party, the ancient druidic event that marks the end of the summer season, so too comes another ancient tradition: The Fall Music Preview. What delightful sounds can we expect to be emanating from stereos over the next few months?

You hear them all the time, you read them in blind items, and your friend at the bar knows someone who knows someone who definitely used to sleep with a guy who used to sleep with Bradley Cooper. Yes, we're talking about celebrity gay rumors. But when do you think they're actually true?

While hosting last night's Juno Awards, (They're Canadian. I'd never heard of them either) Drake got a skype call from an insecure Justin Bieber. How does he cheer up the little guy? A Sarah Mclachlan sing-along, of course! Canada!