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Beyonce: Back to Pop Stardom

Posted by Tom Breihan at 6:50 PM, March 1, 2007

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Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back

I don't really know how or why this happens, but pop stars always get sick of being pop stars. If they actually manage to navigate the minefields of shifting popular tastes and remain pop stars for more than a few years, they always want to break into movies or sing shitty fake jazz or, in the worst-case scenarios, go completely insane. I guess there's this accepted wisdom that careers in pop stardom don't make for legitimate vocations and that there's more rewarding work to be done in other fields. You can see the same logic at work when an actor like Will Ferrell eases up on the manic stoner-comedies and starts taking roles in bad Woody Allen movies or shooting-for-clever joints like Stranger Than Fiction, a route that almost always ends up in tearjerker territory. If I could eradicate this line of thinking from the planet forever, that's exactly what I'd do; it almost always leads to boring middlebrow work that plays against the strengths of the star. But short of that happening, we're going to have to make do with those moments when pop stars take a moment to dabble in something else and then realize that they're better off just being pop stars. Beyonce seems to be having a moment like that right now.

Beyonce's been taking film roles for a few years now, but most of those roles have been in forgettable popcorn movies like Austin Powers: Goldmember or The Pink Panther. Her big leap into film stardom was supposed to happen last year with Dreamgirls, and it didn't quite work out the way she must've expected. If you've been anywhere near any media outlet in the past three months, you don't really need me to tell you that Jennifer Hudson turned out to be the movie's real rising star, not too surprising considering that (1) Hudson's performance in the movie was flabbergastingly great while Beyonce's was just adequate and (2) the entire premise of the movie was that Jennifer Hudson's character was a better singer than Beyonce's character and Beyonce's character was just more successful because she was more conventionally pretty and because her voice had less character, which made it easier for white listeners to handle. Considering that Beyonce's character is a thinly veiled version of Diana Ross and that Beyonce herself is pretty much the closest thing this generation has to an actual Diana Ross, it's not all that hard to see how the fictional characters and real-life celebrities could've gotten all tangled up in the public mind. In any case, Jennifer Hudson's story makes for better copy than Beyonce's; everyone loves an underdog. As Joshua Clover pointed out here, the idea that Jennifer Hudson is a better singer than Beyonce comes from a deluded, weirdly fetishized view of pop music, but Beyonce left herself open to it by taking a role in the damn movie in the first place. You could see the results trickle out during the awards season that just ended. "Listen," Beyonce's big scenery-chewing ballad showpiece in the movie, was presumably put in there just so it would be eligible for a Best Original Song Oscar, and Beyonce was one of four songwriters credited. The song got nominated, but there was some weird Oscar rule that only three songwriters could be nominated for one song, so she got left off of the nomination lists. The song didn't win, anyway; some Melissa Ethridge piece of shit did. At the Oscars, Beyonce had to share the performance spotlight with Jennifer Hudson, who won Best Supporting Actress that night and who sang "Listen" alongside Beyonce even though she didn't sing the song in the movie. Since the movie started filming, there have been all sorts of rumors about an on-set rivalry between Beyonce and Hudson, and the two have always talked a good game about actually being very good friends, but both of them seemed intent on outsinging the other on the Oscar stage. Before the movie's release, Beyonce had seemed intent on rebranding herself as Hollwood royalty, doing stuff like singing "Listen" instead of "Irreplaceable" at the Grammys even though "Unbreakable" was the much more popular song. Now that her movie-star aspirations have been somewhat deferred, the past week has seen Beyonce throwing herself wholeheartedly back into the role of pop star, and it's good to have her back.

Two new Beyonce videos debuted yesterday, and both of them are flashy, ostentatious affairs seemingly designed to remind all of us how hot Beyonce is. (Now that I think of it, her new Sports Illustrated cover is probably part of the same campaign.) The first of the two new singles, "Upgrade U," isn't anything new; the song is one of two Jay-Z duets on B'Day, her album that came out last fall. And it's a particularly unremarkable song. The Swizz Beatz track is somehow simultaneously thin and overbearing, and it doesn't give her any room to stretch out with her vocals. ("Check On It" was great, but Beyonce should really consider ending her working relationship with Swizz before he gives her anymore clangers like this one.) Jay's verse is the sort of limp, lazy money-talk nonsense he's been farting out ever since he came out of his fake retirement, and the lyrics do this unsettling thing where they conflate relationships with corporate mergers, which may actually give some insight into the way ridiculously rich people think when they start dating each other. The video, though, redeems the song a bit. The images are straight-up money-porn: Beyonce writhing on piles of jewelry, Beyonce in the trunk of a Rolls Royce, stuff like that. I can't tell whether or not it's meant to be entirely satirical, but images like Beyonce eating a massive diamond are enough to convince me that it's at least done playfully. And then there's the bit where Beyonce lip-syncs Jay's rap in male drag, which would be a lot more convincing if she weren't wearing massive bambo hoop earrings. It's still a pretty powerful image, though; she seems to be implying that she can hold up both sides of a relationship just fine by herself, and the actual Jay, when he turns up at the end, looks entirely superfluous.

Still, I'm a lot more amped on "Beautiful Liar," the new duet with Shakira that leaked almost simultaneously as a song and a video. Beyonce and Shakira have been talking about their collaboration for a while now, but it always sounded like a horrible idea, considering that they're both alpha-female vocalists with horribly clashing styles. The track itself, though, finds a nice middle ground between their two aesthetics by gorging on their shared weakness for luxurious Middle-Eastern synth bits. So the Stargate production team comes up with horn fanfares and vaguely flamenco guitars, and Beyonce and Shakira treat the track the way two rappers would, each taking a verse to themselves and largely staying out of each other's ways. When they do actually harmonize on the chorus, it's not really that much of a stretch, and the backup singers chanting both of their names are transcendently cheesy. The lyrics are sort of a lite version of female solidarity: they're both dating the same guy, they both find out, and so they both say fuck it and move on. But neither of them really sounds human; they're both ethereal angels visiting us from the future, and it's virtually impossible to imagine either of them giving an actual dude the time of day. All of this might just be an excuse for the video, which is just as epic and over-the-top as you'd hope: faces emerging from shrouds of fog, Beyonce walking on water, a weird shot at the end where Beyonce and Shakira crawl toward each other on a lit-up neon platform, looking like identical hair-masses. This is some truly silly shit, and I love it without reservation.

comments

is there any greater position more unassailable for a critic to adopt, than saying a mainstream pop album is great? clearly not. the critic is simply "speaking his mind" and rising above the elitist bullshit, and anyone who disagrees is a rockist hater who would obviously blow any members of the arcade fire even if he had to pay to do so. this is great for breihan. great writer, and is tremendously smart by realizing that he can become the most notiorious writer on the fucking I*N*T*E*R*N*E*T*S (99.5% of the population could givr a fuck, needless to say) by being the most pop-obsessed bandwagon jumper who's ever written music columns. more power to him i say. more power to him.

Posted by: illmatic94 at March 2, 2007 12:20 AM

I have been reading your blogs now for quite some time. It was sheer laziness that kept me from commenting all this time. Anyways, I got off my lazy furry a** and went legit. By far "Status ain't Hood" is my favorite blog to read. Mainly because it pokes reality at many folks who have lost the concept of being human. I mean, there is a lack of credible journalism these days in general. Everything is a soundbyte. For real, "Status ain't Hood" is the Walter Cronkite of blogs. (Whatever that means. It's a compliment) It's very hard to take any of the artists (In any genre of any medium) all that seriously these days. Like they say in wrestling, I feel like almost all we see and hear is "work". The PR department is more important than the actual artist. The stories are all spun, just like politics.
Oh yeah, I had a response or point to make here, somewhere.
I feel as an artist you to continually produce product in a similar vein. You can branch off and do indie stuff too, but, alot of these stars gotta realize what side there bread is buttered on. (Case in point: Steven Seagal and the 14 direct to video movies he's made in the last 3 years. All of which are virtually identical and diposable. However he keeps making them and the flicks make alot of cash. The man sticks to the formula and profits. He then cuts albums, with credible blues legends and moves millions of records in France. I know, I know. It all seems like a fever dream)With a performer like Beyonce, (whose image and PR is so tightly controlled) she would deny that even she passes gas. Ask her daddy, he'd tell you her sh** smells like bakery fresh cinnamon rolls.
Oh and DAMN! Is there a product that Jigga ain't shilling. I can't wait till he's 60 and takes over the Wilford Brimley Diabete's spots on late nite TV.

Posted by: GANGSTAWOLF at March 2, 2007 2:07 AM

S.A.H. = Most fallen off blog. It seems like a couple months ago you realized what was good about your blog and started self-c0nsciously pursuing what used to come naturally for you.

Posted by: Rudedogg at March 2, 2007 11:34 AM

Tom, getting some serious laud jobs from Olu Dara's son and Gangstawolf, parentheses virtuoso and brooklyn-noise recalling eponym.

I might disagree with you however, on what I take as your main point here. Pop stars at the top of their game--that is, making mainstream, assessable music that's extremely lucrative also great aesthetically--are, unlike actors, politicians, athletes or other famous people who's job it is to be famous sans the underlying conceit that is music, the ultimate art--are treading on extremely thin ice, slippery slopes, razor’s edges etc. Not to bust literature here, but there’s something in Delillo somewhere where he says that pop or rock stardom, is, by its very nature, the staring point of death. We can interpret this as actual death and also career death. The only pop stars who can stave off this mortality for any period of time (Beatles, Bowie, Jay-Z, U2 [not a great example because they generally suck] Madonna, Stones, Dylan, et al) are as consciously adept at maintaining their position as populist, capitalist figureheads, as they are subconsciously great artists. To stay at the top of the pop game just requires an inhuman capacity to withstand the utter bombardment of dehumanizing forces that assail the popstar from all sides, incessantly. It almost leads me to believe that all those previously mentioned are robots, built by some shadowy global conglomerate to act as the public face of pop.

Inevitably we are drawn to the case of Michael Jackson as the victim par excellence of Pop music. He has suffered a profound career death and a identity death that began when he was about 4 years old, probably because he was just so brilliantly talented. It literally deranged his physical body, drove him to unknown heights of public farce, and most importantly, prevented him from making any more good music. Apparently he wasn’t a robot. He was like the failed Neo of pop music.

Personally, the music made by pop stars that I find myself cherishing the most is that which comes out of that fall from stardom , when a pop star, who is phenomenally talented but not built with the proper reinforcements required to fend off the attacks of celebrity, drops out of the public sphere and so gnarled by the chemically altering pressures he or she has withstood, goes insane, but not insane enough to destroy their desire to make music. Lee Hazlewood comes to mind, a guy who as kinda insane in the first place. After all his success with Sinatra’s fille, goes off to Sweden, becomes a recluse and records a masterpiece that, although borne of obscurity and a little too strange to be commercially viable, still packs the pop wallop that made him famous in the first place. Another example would be Ghostface, who in 2000, had stopped caring too much about pop stardom or financially success and made Supreme Clientele, one of the most lyrically dense and bizarre pieces of music in history. And also one of the best.

These are not great examples because one can argue that Hazlewood and Ghost were too weird in the first place to ever maintain a pop music career for any period of time. And they weren’t the built-for-pop-success thing that Beyonce, Diana Ross, Britney, Xtina, etc. are. Ultimately, what I really wish would happen is that Beyonce or Xtina would go kinda insane and after a stay at a mental institution run by the Simpson paterfamilias, do something like wear mumus exclusively and then go wait outside the door of Discord House, like Meat Loaf in Fight Club, as Ian MacKaye slams the door on them time and again. Finally he takes her in and, after months of doing chores and lugging amps for Dischord bands, convinces Mr. $5 shows of the earnestness of her recently acquired ideals. A collabo results, and Fugazipants, inspired by pure pop talent he has never had access to, unleashes a new third act to his career (already started by the Evens it seems). An album is released to no publicity, then it is gradually discovered by the press and a word of mouth thing goes on. The pop star works under a nom de guerre/plume but her voice is too distinctive. She is found out and the albums is huge. Gnarls Barkley shit. Discord can’t print all the CDs so they make a deal with American Apparel to distribute the album with free jockey shorts. And so on.

This is my dream. May pop stars die and be reborn always.

Yours,

Furman P. Slothra

Posted by: Furman P. Slothra at March 2, 2007 12:29 PM

i.e., lauryn hill.

Posted by: realiveart at March 2, 2007 10:57 PM

I am not so sure that this "return to pop" is a pre-planned endeavor based on B's film-world un-success. All the mechanisms for the next wave of Beyonce videos/singles/duets were put into motion back when Matthew K was positive his girl would get the Oscar. At this point, she is just kind of making me tired.
http://30frames.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-your-bases-are-belong-to-beyonce.html

Posted by: 30 Frames at March 3, 2007 11:21 AM

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