Everyone’s talking about the Queen Bey these days. It’s nice. And it’s for a variety of reasons. Let’s start with the lip-synching bit. K. So, at President Obama’s inauguration on the D.C. mall, she didn’t sing live. People went ape. Or, more accurately, she DID sing live but sang with a backing track. She hasn’t been shy about it. She claims to be a perfectionist (not surprised) and wasn’t able to rehearse with the badass Armed Forces band. So she recorded a vocal to be played in front of hundreds and thousands of people and one of her idols – the first black president in the United States. And yet maaad people want her head on a stake. It’s kind of hilarious. It’s as if they’re accusing her of some Milli Vanilli shit, or Ashlee Simpson. There was controversy even surrounding the iconic 1991 Whitney performance, which has reached untouchable level at this point.
Now, the other things are that she and Destiny’s Child have a new collection out. It’s love songs. And there’s a new one called “Nuclear” on it. I could listen to it all day. It’s pretty simple, chill and hushed. There was talk of D’s Child reuniting at the Super Bowl on Sunday and there still is. But dumb-dumb Michelle may have spilled that it won’t be happening, after all.
So the other day, Bey held a press conference for Super Bowl reporters. A giant LED flag gently waved behind her as she walked to a podium in a short cream-colored dress, huge heels and an impeccable weave. She asked the crowd of media folk to stand up and she belted out an a capella version of “The Star Spangled Banner.” It was sickening.
There’s a presumed song list developing that includes: “Crazy In Love,” “Baby Boy,” “End of Time,” “Single Ladies,” a D Child medley that’ll include “Nuclear,” and maybe “I Was Here.” That would necessitate a Destiny’s Child moment. Not mad at that. Super Bowl performances are pretty hit-or-miss – there’ve been some real flops. Last year, Madonna’s moment in the sun was… kinda whack. She just seemed, well, a little old. She’s limber and fit as she races into her 50s, but at a certain point, wearing a sparkly unitard and tights while barely executing choreography more fit for a 20-year-old, it’s just a little uncomfortable to watch.
The last piece is that there’s an HBO documentary looming over the horizon. As an HBO consumer, I’ve seen the trailer more than a handful of times. It’s a little weird, not gonna lie, even as a Beyonce super-fan. She talks about how normal she is; she has fear. She isn’t sure how much of herself to reveal. It seems somewhat of a mediation on celebrity and being ‘an artist.’ Frankly, there’s footage we’ve seen before, from “Elements of 4,” the performance DVD she put out this past November. But it better go deeper than that. That’s happening February 16th. Viewing parties will be happening, including one in my living room.