Prince, and details surrounding his life, artistry (genius, really), and death are still trending on social media since word of his passing six days ago. Much of the world is still in mourning. I have to say I’m inspired by how much his light and gifts touched so many people (myself included), leaving an indelible imprint, and by how he stayed in that element – doing what he loved, til the very end. I’d like to be a smidgen of the artist he was.
Another trending topic this week is Beyoncé’s Lemonade, her second visual album, which I read described as [a masterpiece that] “dealt with the stages of grief, defiance, and rebuilding a woman goes through who is cheated on.”
One of my friends told me “the videos are interwoven with poetry and the visual effects are really good. I see she got a lot of inspiration from African and southern culture.” (Definitely sounds like something I’d enjoy. She and I are usually on the same page with music projects we love.)
I haven’t seen the one-hour special on HBO yet. First, I was in Ohio last weekend for a family function when it premiered.
And second, I’m just not interested in going on that journey with Bey (and millions of other women and writers who are listening to watching and dissecting her project right now.) I’ve never been cheated on to my knowledge, and I’m just not buying the hype or working myself into a frenzy bantering about its devastating after effects. No thank you.
I saw snippets of the Rachel Roy beef in Instagram. There’s speculation that Beyoncé referenced Roy as her husband’s side chick in the song “Sorry.” (I saw that video on Facebook by the way, and Serena Williams is the best thing popping. Seeing her twerking ain’t bad all. #bodygoals) Subsequently, Roy released this statement, denying any connection to the slander.
Sorry I can’t add anything mind-blowing to the discussion about Lemonade, or speculate on the status of Beyoncé’s and her husband’s relationship. And maybe I’m in the minority of people who just don’t care to welcome the full-on project into my vibration right now, but so be it.
I’m more interested in triumphant love stories at the moment, and perhaps in some ways, the story she’s telling is just that. They’re still married after all, although I have no clue as to whether Jay-Z cheated with a woman with “good hair.” This all feels a bit gimmicky and well-timed for effect. No?
I still appreciate Bey’s artistry and body of work because she’s an undeniable talent. I’ll still support her music if I like it, and still go to her concerts as I’ve done in the past. Live entertainment is one of my favorite things ever.
For now, I’m in a different space, focused on attracting the very best from my relationships. I really haven’t even been listening to Adele, who you know is one of my faves. I get to pick and choose where I invest my energy and I’m being selfish about it.
Can you relate? Am I missing something with Lemonade? Am I being hasty? If so, do tell. Is this something I need to experience immediately? Do you find it helpful to listen to male bashing music? (I do. Sometimes. Everything has its place!) What about misogynistic lyrics?
Thoughts on Prince are welcome as well. I’ve been wanting to share the space I’ve been in over his transitioning, but haven’t gotten around to it.