But viewers of the above *cough* “official visualizer”, especially those of you with an 1NCEL post code, may be encouraged to nurture the dangerous belief that the female mammalian protruberance is a smooth near-spheroid, akin to the buttock; further, that the nipple is a male phenomenon.
A fine movie. My DVD has an extra called “16 Pamtastic minutes” which I will leave to your imagination but suffice it to say a trapeze and hose pipe are involved. So I’m told.
It’s actually a remake of “Casablanca” you know (really!).
Yes, I knew it’s a pistache of Casablanca. It is a terrific movie. Unfortunately, I’ve never got past the title sequence, which in the unrated version includes not only a hosepipe and a trapeze but a non-stick pan set, a teddy bear, and a lovely box of chocs.
Beyoncé’s findings were multidimensional, generation-spanning histories of the genre, as well as the culture that informed its image and heritage. The visual and sonic presentations of the record are meticulous and intentional, and her message is clear to those who are willing to engage earnestly enough to receive it. The nods are in the music but also in the language surrounding the album. It’s in the featured guests, the song titles, and the promotional marketing. It’s in the intentionality of her declaring: “This ain’t a country album. This is a Beyoncé album.”
Her cover of the Beatles’ Blackbird is astute – Paul McCartney wrote it in tribute to the Little Rock Nine, a group of nine Black students who faced discrimination after enrolling in the all-white Little Rock high school in 1957 – if inessential, and there’s a distinct qualitative sag in the middle. It’s remedied by the simple expedient of going wildly off-piste: if the lambent soft-rock of Bodyguard gets you wondering whether the “departure into country” tag strictly fits Cowboy Carter, the sudden appearance of a straightforward hip-hop track, Spaghetti, confirms that it isn’t.
At first Texas Hold ’Em seems like a straightforward floor-filler. Named after a variant of poker, it features Beyoncé calling on everyone to put down their cards and take part in a “real-life hoedown”. So far, so escapist. But when she announces, “There’s a tornado in my city. Hit the basement, that shit ain’t pretty” the mood changes entirely, like the song is offering comfort in the face of scary forces outside. As with all the best pop — and country — it is simple and complex at the same time and a seriously good addition to the Beyoncé canon.
I always give Beyoncé a listen, because she’s an interesting artiste who can’t really be pigeonholed (oh, stop) and quality is a given. I’m impressed, as I usually am, by the energy and variety. Here she seems to be at once giving us an ironically knowing wink – this isn’t *really* country music – while delivering what country music is famous for, simple emotion. The best songs here will probably be covered by country artists, and why not? My favourite songs so far are …. oh shit. I haven’t listened to it at all. I might – it was at the Eel Market this morning – if someone whose critical judgement I respect gives it a thumbs up. Who am I kidding. I respect nobody’s critical judgement. Still, though … is this enough content, Lodes?
Is Beyoncé 4 real? I’ve found myself asking that question many times over the course of her career.
Beyoncé is a commodity, a brand, a commercial product, capable of shifting millions of units all over the world. She’s been schooled in the dark arts of self promotion and maintaining an image from a very young age, first by her father and then by her husband, one of the most astute operators in the music industry.
I loved Lemonade because it was a raw representation of her state of mind and lived experience. It was definitely 4 real.
I haven’t heard this latest one but all the hype around it makes me wonder.
You’re choosing this, now, to interrogate the role and nature of the artist in the context of hypercapitalism? It’s never occurred to you before? Honey, is you trippin’?
It’s strange how you keep subtly instructing us all not to mention Taylor Swift by the cunning ruse of mentioning Taylor Swift. But you’re not obsessed, no sirree!
About six years ago my wife purchased four hens as part of a project she was working on. Having taken her employer to court for not paying her as much as her male colleagues and settling out of court with the charity that she worked for accepting that she was unfairly paid less, Mrs Paws had to leave her job. With no job to go to, and feeling the stress of 18 months legal issue over a role where she would have been paid £18k pro rata, she decided to take a break. For no obvious reason other than to stick it to the man, my wife got about bricklaying, designing, building and putting in place the most spacious environment for four hens. On its completion Mrs P and Mini Paws nipped off to a local garden centre and purchased four hens, of which I was allowed to name one. Alongside Liesel, Muffin and Heidi we brought home Beyonce, a beautiful Rhode Island hen. She was the most receptive of all of our attention. I have multiple photos of my young daughter holding on to her without any fuss or bother. We all loved Beyonce and she was well known amongst friends and family, who would always ask “how’s Beyonce doing?”
It was the toughest thing when finally Beyonce passed on, just shy of her fifth birthday. I would have hated to see the face of my daughter’s form teacher on the day she went into class in tears and said “Beyonce’s dead!”
Anyway, the news that Beyonce Knowle has a news LP out fills my heart with gladness and reminds me of our beautiful red chicken. Are the songs any good?
The bricks stopped any foxes from breaking in. Genius idea, really (but that’s Mrs Paws for you). I think she made up some mortar in a bucket (we didn’t hire a cement mixer or anything). Stayed upright until it was recently knocked down (intentionally I should add).
What is she asking Texas to hold? Plastic surgery seems to have supplanted any role gravity might play, if the picture offers the answer to my question.
Not once have I said I like it but it’s getting rave reviews everywhere, selling shedloads and we continue to discuss which Pink Floyd album is best? It’s like this place is full of ancient crusties…oh
Rubbish, we’re quite modern and with-it, sometimes we talk about people like Wilco and Radiohead, who are mere boys in their late 50s and in some cases even have their own teeth.
See, that’s what’s wrong with this “Forum”, a complete lack of objectivity, a mindless obsession with the “importance” of popular music.. hold on, that’s me you’re talking about
Well I’ve listened to it precisely once but thought it sounded fabulously listenable and enjoyable. Will see if that first impression holds up with further plays.
I’ve listened to it today and I reckon it’s good, if a little overlong. There isn’t much country and western on it as far as I could tell (Willie Nelson cameo aside).
Has Ian Anderson put on weight?
Don’t you hate it when you can’t edit the OP? Honestly, I’m not sure why we pay The Mods so much.
You can within 15mins..?
Fifteen minutes? Lodey hasn’t managed that since the ‘eighties. Allegedly.
15 minute rule does not apply to OP. Simple to change one would have thought but no ..too busy with the air fryers
I think it does. You just have to use the “Edit Post” option
I think it only works if you’re sober though.
I tried hitting Edit Post several times but kept spilling my wine
Poor dai, he must be missing telling people to use the box.
He’s having counseling.
Use the box of tissues!
Oh my!
If you want to get a clearer idea of what womens’ breasts look like, I suggest watching the opening credits to Barb Wire.
You’re “genuinely horrible”, HP – but I don’t think anyone would describe you as “avant garde”…
But viewers of the above *cough* “official visualizer”, especially those of you with an 1NCEL post code, may be encouraged to nurture the dangerous belief that the female mammalian protruberance is a smooth near-spheroid, akin to the buttock; further, that the nipple is a male phenomenon.
What is the difference between a video and a “visualizer”? And what are we supposed to be “visualizing” while watching that?
A fine movie. My DVD has an extra called “16 Pamtastic minutes” which I will leave to your imagination but suffice it to say a trapeze and hose pipe are involved. So I’m told.
It’s actually a remake of “Casablanca” you know (really!).
Yes, I knew it’s a pistache of Casablanca. It is a terrific movie. Unfortunately, I’ve never got past the title sequence, which in the unrated version includes not only a hosepipe and a trapeze but a non-stick pan set, a teddy bear, and a lovely box of chocs.
If you’ve not seen the documentary Pamela: A Love Story I very recommend it. An admirable woman, Ms Anderson.
Proof of the aphorism “More than a handful is just waste.”
Beyoncé’s findings were multidimensional, generation-spanning histories of the genre, as well as the culture that informed its image and heritage. The visual and sonic presentations of the record are meticulous and intentional, and her message is clear to those who are willing to engage earnestly enough to receive it. The nods are in the music but also in the language surrounding the album. It’s in the featured guests, the song titles, and the promotional marketing. It’s in the intentionality of her declaring: “This ain’t a country album. This is a Beyoncé album.”
Her cover of the Beatles’ Blackbird is astute – Paul McCartney wrote it in tribute to the Little Rock Nine, a group of nine Black students who faced discrimination after enrolling in the all-white Little Rock high school in 1957 – if inessential, and there’s a distinct qualitative sag in the middle. It’s remedied by the simple expedient of going wildly off-piste: if the lambent soft-rock of Bodyguard gets you wondering whether the “departure into country” tag strictly fits Cowboy Carter, the sudden appearance of a straightforward hip-hop track, Spaghetti, confirms that it isn’t.
I prefer the Styx cover version from 1981
Sadly unavailable on Spotify.
At first Texas Hold ’Em seems like a straightforward floor-filler. Named after a variant of poker, it features Beyoncé calling on everyone to put down their cards and take part in a “real-life hoedown”. So far, so escapist. But when she announces, “There’s a tornado in my city. Hit the basement, that shit ain’t pretty” the mood changes entirely, like the song is offering comfort in the face of scary forces outside. As with all the best pop — and country — it is simple and complex at the same time and a seriously good addition to the Beyoncé canon.
3 reviews from 3 wildly different publications. “This is Country Music and we do.”
I always give Beyoncé a listen, because she’s an interesting artiste who can’t really be pigeonholed (oh, stop) and quality is a given. I’m impressed, as I usually am, by the energy and variety. Here she seems to be at once giving us an ironically knowing wink – this isn’t *really* country music – while delivering what country music is famous for, simple emotion. The best songs here will probably be covered by country artists, and why not? My favourite songs so far are …. oh shit. I haven’t listened to it at all. I might – it was at the Eel Market this morning – if someone whose critical judgement I respect gives it a thumbs up. Who am I kidding. I respect nobody’s critical judgement. Still, though … is this enough content, Lodes?
Plenty enough, thanks
Must admit until “oh shit” I was believing you. Bastard.
I haven’t listened to it, either. Is she 4 real?
What, in the Richey Edwards sense?
Is Beyoncé 4 real? I’ve found myself asking that question many times over the course of her career.
Beyoncé is a commodity, a brand, a commercial product, capable of shifting millions of units all over the world. She’s been schooled in the dark arts of self promotion and maintaining an image from a very young age, first by her father and then by her husband, one of the most astute operators in the music industry.
I loved Lemonade because it was a raw representation of her state of mind and lived experience. It was definitely 4 real.
I haven’t heard this latest one but all the hype around it makes me wonder.
You’re choosing this, now, to interrogate the role and nature of the artist in the context of hypercapitalism? It’s never occurred to you before? Honey, is you trippin’?
Just don’t mention T***** S****, whos name is interchangeable with Yoncie’s in Tigger’s comment.
Terry Scott?
…and no, I didn’t get where I am today by counting asterisks. In fact I didn’t get anywhere.
It’s strange how you keep subtly instructing us all not to mention Taylor Swift by the cunning ruse of mentioning Taylor Swift. But you’re not obsessed, no sirree!
No. 2016 to be precise:
About six years ago my wife purchased four hens as part of a project she was working on. Having taken her employer to court for not paying her as much as her male colleagues and settling out of court with the charity that she worked for accepting that she was unfairly paid less, Mrs Paws had to leave her job. With no job to go to, and feeling the stress of 18 months legal issue over a role where she would have been paid £18k pro rata, she decided to take a break. For no obvious reason other than to stick it to the man, my wife got about bricklaying, designing, building and putting in place the most spacious environment for four hens. On its completion Mrs P and Mini Paws nipped off to a local garden centre and purchased four hens, of which I was allowed to name one. Alongside Liesel, Muffin and Heidi we brought home Beyonce, a beautiful Rhode Island hen. She was the most receptive of all of our attention. I have multiple photos of my young daughter holding on to her without any fuss or bother. We all loved Beyonce and she was well known amongst friends and family, who would always ask “how’s Beyonce doing?”
It was the toughest thing when finally Beyonce passed on, just shy of her fifth birthday. I would have hated to see the face of my daughter’s form teacher on the day she went into class in tears and said “Beyonce’s dead!”
Anyway, the news that Beyonce Knowle has a news LP out fills my heart with gladness and reminds me of our beautiful red chicken. Are the songs any good?
Oh I say @pawsforthought – that is quite a post. I mean that in a good way.
Thanks, you’re very kind.
@pawsforthought Out of interest why a brick built chicken coop and what bond was used?
The bricks stopped any foxes from breaking in. Genius idea, really (but that’s Mrs Paws for you). I think she made up some mortar in a bucket (we didn’t hire a cement mixer or anything). Stayed upright until it was recently knocked down (intentionally I should add).
Better than any of the reviews above. Cap doffed
Thanks mate.
I’m impressed that your local garden centre sells hens. You don’t see that at Dobbies.
I went to a Dobbies once that sells tropical fish. The eggs probably aren’t as good, but still
Hehehe.
On the plus side you get a lot more of them.
I think they stick all sorts of fowl- ducks, geese, pea hens. It’s dead posh in Northamptonshire!
I was going to make a smart arsed remark about Peterborough but it appears it is Cambridgeshire. I was sure it was in Northants.
It used to be until 1974 if that helps?
Haha. I knew it! By Afterword standards that’s quite recent.
Ah,The Soke of Peterborough. Whatever happened to him?
The Soke* of Peterborough.
Drank himself to death.
* I know.
Tragic – Peterborough, an early victim of county lines trafficking.
What is she asking Texas to hold? Plastic surgery seems to have supplanted any role gravity might play, if the picture offers the answer to my question.
Ahhh shite! I was actually going to listen to this album. If Lodey likes it, that’s the end of that.
Not once have I said I like it but it’s getting rave reviews everywhere, selling shedloads and we continue to discuss which Pink Floyd album is best? It’s like this place is full of ancient crusties…oh
Rubbish, we’re quite modern and with-it, sometimes we talk about people like Wilco and Radiohead, who are mere boys in their late 50s and in some cases even have their own teeth.
“I guess they haven’t seen the Nick Lowe issue!”
I’ve just checked and I’m not crusty. Well, not much anyway.
I’m merely part-baked. But then it’s only dinnertime.
I managed to get it off in the shower.
I thought you were a long time.
It was load off my mind. What it was doing there I don’t know.
Pop diva goes country? Kylie did it better…
Yes indeed…
Madonna also had her cowgirl moment but it isn’t just that Beyoncé is a pop diva, she is a black pop diva doing country.
But, unlike Madonna, she’s from the south..
This is a huge difference. Madonna doing country is as much cultural appropriation as, say, Hank Wangford. Beyonce is just doing an Elvis.
Marvellous.
If Waxahatchee counts, she done it better. Twice.
Have you listened 6 times to Beyonce’s latest before coming to this conclusion? ( I’m very fond of Ms Waxahatchee by the way)
Haven’t heard either of them. But I’ll be listening to one in due course. (Clue: I have her last one.)
See, that’s what’s wrong with this “Forum”, a complete lack of objectivity, a mindless obsession with the “importance” of popular music.. hold on, that’s me you’re talking about
In top showbiz news, some young people have discovered that vinyl albums are sometimes shorter than their CD or streaming equivalents. Whatever next?
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-68702870
There are reports of CDs missing tracks as well. Sounds more like the album was expanded after the initial copies were pressed.
Yes, as mentioned in that article, how many versions of The Life Of Pablo were there?
Well I’ve listened to it precisely once but thought it sounded fabulously listenable and enjoyable. Will see if that first impression holds up with further plays.
You’ve listened to it? I think you’re missing the point of this thread. Have you nothing to say about her money or her breasts?
Her money could be pretty useful.
Her breasts would mean a change of wardrobe, so she can keep those.
I’ve listened to it today and I reckon it’s good, if a little overlong. There isn’t much country and western on it as far as I could tell (Willie Nelson cameo aside).
I’ve listened to it repeatedly over the past couple of days. I’ve never been in the Beyhive©, but I think it’s an absolutely phenomenal album – rousing, witty, sassy, moving and consistently engaging. It’s certainly not the traditional ‘country’ album that many anticipated (although she disawowed that notion pretty
sharply), but there is an organic feel across most of the songs both overtly (her cover of ‘Blackbird’ is gorgeous)and more subliminally. Her vocals and bv’s are outstanding, exuding warmth and emotion, and for the most part eschewing the annoying gymnastics that I have hitherto found rather alienating.
It’s the first album in ages I’ve been really excited about.
Sign of a good review – it made me want to hear the album!
This is fun. Paul…and some responses.