I can’t help but feel like things are just a little more right with the world when Beyonce finds time to hang with her Destiny’s Child sisters Kelly Rowland and Michelle Williams. If you listen closely, I’m pretty sure you can hear the sound of babies laughing, birds chirping, and, oh yeah, the cha-ching! of more money entering Queen Bey’s bank account. See one more shot of Beyonce, Kelly and Michelle — with Bey’s mom Tina and a random friend (or cousin?) — after the jump! Keep reading »
“How can you hate Beyoncé? She’s changing the world. She stands for people of colour and women everywhere succeeding in a stifling patriarchy without compromising her morals. And she makes challenging, interesting art. She’s always positive. She is everything good. And the fact that she is hugely successful is not a shitty thing. It’s an important and amazing thing and she clearly works hard for it.
And yet I know very few adult males who consider themselves serious ‘music guys’ who don’t laugh when I say I like Mariah Carey. Why? Because she’s beautiful and people like her. Therefore she must be selling sex, right? So obviously her music is terrible, right? Ugh. The first time I heard Mariah Carey it shattered the fabric of my existence and I started Grimes.”
– Awesome electro-pop musician Grimes, expressing her solidarity with and appreciation for other female artists. I love this sentiment, because people who travel in hipster and indie music circles often write off artists that have had mainstream success. [Pitchfork]
Not familiar with Grimes? Check out her video for “Oblivion” after the jump. It involves dudes in a locker room. You’ll love it.
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Like everyone else in the country with excellent taste and a belly full of adult beverages, I very much enjoyed Beyoncé’s half-time performance at the Super Bowl on Sunday. I loved her all-woman band, particularly Bibi McGill’s spark-shooting axe. I loved the Destiny’s Child reunion. I loved that my Beyoncé half-time BINGO card included a square for “killing it,” which I ticked off within seconds of the show’s start.
And yet, my reaction to her post-halftime announcement of the upcoming “Mrs. Carter Show” tour was not to cheer her on in a post-feminist choose-your-choice fist-pump, but to huff: “Call me when Jay-Z goes on a Mr. Knowles tour.”
Why does the most powerful woman pop star in the world want, or need, to remind everyone she’s married? What does a Mrs. moniker have with her ability to sing, dance and write songs? And no, the name issue isn’t what gets me. I’m not raising a figurative eyebrow at “Carter,” I’m raising a figurative eyebrow at “Mrs.” Keep reading »
I always find it maddening when people have the gall to critique a performer like Beyoncé, questioning her star power, or entertainment value, or (gasp!) singing voice. It’s akin to the flunky armchair quarterback, sitting at home saying he would have caught that pass. HA! I’d like to see you try. You absolutely cannot step to Beyonce or her singing abilities — and particularly her balls out Super Bowl halftime performance Sunday night. And you also can’t step to Bey’s backing band, the Sugar Mamas, who bring with them scads of musical experience and sweat equity in the biz. Keep reading »