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Beyoncé for straight white boys

By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist | 10:16AM PDT - Wednesday, April 27, 2016


Just after smashing the windows out of a few vintage cars.

DID you hear? Beyoncé just sampled Zeppelin. She just teamed up with Jack “Howlin' Blues” White. She's got a track on her epic, wildly adored new record, “Lemonade”, that sounds far more like a stadium rock anthem (“Freedom”) than killer rap slam, despite the manic verbiage of the great Kendrick Lamar. Hell, even Father John Misty is on there, somewhere — and he's more white bearded hipster bro than God.

Do you see what's happened? Beyoncé just made it safer to, you know, love Beyoncé. In public. For white guys. For classic rock-loving dads and artisan beer alterna-geeks and guitar-shredding dudes of a hundred different strains — in other words, an entire sub-class of hip hop-ignorant white males who, until now, could only stand around in awkward embafflement as their ecstatic GFs danced like madwomen to club remixes of “Single Ladies”.

But all that's changed. White males from here to Vermont can now crank up “Don't Hurt Yourself” and “Freedom” from the new record and turn to their bros and their GFs and say, “Hey, you know that's Jack White, right?” and “‘When the Levee Breaks’ is totally balls-out awesome so, you know, I'm cool with — what's that you call her? — yeah. Bey. Awesome record. Yo.”


John Bonham surely never imagined his famously ferocious drumming on “When the Levee
Breaks” would be sampled by a pop superstar some four decades after he recorded it.

They can say that now. And not get slapped. Much.

I mean, right? Have you heard this record? Never mind that: Have you seen this goddamn record? It's gorgeous, mesmerizing, otherworldly. More fire and spit than Janis Joplin, more swagger and strut than the Stones, more sweat and smashed glass than Metallica, more moody Southern gothic imagery and haunted, moss-dripping atmosphere than the cover of “Sabbath Bloody Sabbath”, more dramatic, slow-motion stares straight into the camera than eight billion girlselfies on Instagram, combined. This shit is for real. Yo.

And it must be noted: Jack White and Zep don't so much as appear on the record as serve as tools, mere background effects for Beyoncé's — excuse me, Bey's — hyperlucid dream-vision (and that of her expert team of cinematographers and dancers). As her fans say, it's Bey’s world. We just wish we lived in it.


Father John Misty and his perfect hipster beard contributed … something to Lemonade.


Blues dudes simply don't come any… paler than Jack White, here looking like The Cure's
Robert Smith's long-lost brother.

Don't worry, I get it. There isn't much guys like me can contribute to the blockbuster Beyoncé/Jay Z marriage melodrama currently burning like a billion suns across the Internet. Speculating on how much “Lemonade” is specifically, even brutally autobiographical, guessing who ‘Becky with the good hair’ is, or trying to address aspects of the black woman's struggle? Not a discussion that wants, much less needs, my input.

What I can offer, and what Beyoncé just invited humans like me to do, is to note that something rather extraordinary just happened in pop music.

Which is: One of its biggest, most capable stars just ripped apart expectations, messed with her image, broke with her customary genre and, in so doing, whether she cared to or not (I'm guessing not, much), just reached further across a strange cultural divide, to let us all in.

And she just so happened to do it at a time when the world just lost one of the few virtuoso musicians whose cross-cultural, multi-genre appeal was damn near unprecedented, and whose work touched nearly every music-loving human on earth.

Springsteen just paid homage to Prince. Chris Stapleton did, too. David Gilmour threw “Purple Rain” into his epic “Comfortably Numb” guitar jam. Sufjan Stevens did Prince at Coachella. Even the weird keyboard player from goofy prog-metal act Dream Theater gave “Purple Rain” some love. And those are just the obvious examples.


Even Chris Stapleton, gravel-voiced country rocker, gave “Nothing Compares 2 U” a try,
live in concert. Because respect.


Bruce and “Purple Rain”. Together at last. Respect.

In other words, when white guys from 25 to 70, from country to metal, all kneel before the altar of the tiny, black, cross-dressing, sexually devious, high-heeled supergenius, when it's not only respectful but a kind of musical moral imperative, well, you know Prince transcended every label the culture threw at him.

Beyoncé isn't quite there yet. At this point, she only appears to be dabbling in other genres. There's a lot of calculation here. And she's no virtuoso musician, as Prince was; she still requires dozens of top-tier collaborators, writers, beat-makers and producers to bring her vision to life. But oh, what a vision it is. And as a performer? Holy hell.

Me, I'm pleased to announce I was already a Beyoncé fan well before “Lemonade”. Her 2013 Super Bowl halftime show ranks not far behind, well, Prince himself, as one of the greatest ever. Her videos and “visual album” concepts are downright sublime. Her fearlessness, her creative output, her obsessive (Prince-like) control over her artistic vision, her ability to defy expectations and upend industry norms — it's all kinds of inspiring. She's a badass sans pareil.

I've just never bothered much with, you know, her music.


Note: Not camera shy.


Iconic, instantly.

But “Lemonade”, to restate the obvious, is different. There's no putting a ring on it, there's no drunk in love, there's no wishing she was a boy. This is all “suck my balls” and “who the fṳck you think I am?” This is fire and shattered glass, blood and rage, pain and redemption and love, love, love. Hey, I know those themes. Don't we all?

Sure, it's all soaked in black female empowerment, infidelity, finding your voice in a strained and perhaps abusive relationship. So what? These are universal themes. Betrayal, fury, reconciliation, love? No one is immune.

But if one theme dominates this iteration of Beyoncé, it might be defiance. As one reviewer put it, “Lemonade” is Beyonce's middle-finger period.

And there's the gist: It doesn't matter if that finger is aimed at your cheatin' spouse, your crazy ex, your nightmare boss, your abusive parents, your stifling home town, the cops, racial injustice, the oppressive church or your multimillionaire mogul rapper husband who may or may not have banged a hairdresser on the last tour.

That defiant middle finger? That's pure rock n' roll, baby. We can all relate to that.


LEFT: Coldplay who? | RIGHT: Into the fire.


The long, lingering Beyoncé close-up stare. Patent pending.


Don't hurt yourself. You ain't listening to no average bitch, boy.


Bey's more angelic phase. You know, before the swearing and the Zeppelin.


Like a badass.


Sweeter than thou… unless you cross her.


Icons unite.

• Email: Mark Morford

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http://blog.sfgate.com/morford/2016/04/27/beyonce-for-straight-white-boys

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damn right winger haha

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Meanwhile, in San Francisco, it was great to see so many enlightened & intelligent white folks (as opposed to the stupid, boofhead, white-trash Trump attracts) standing up to and disrupting the bullshit Trump wankfest, forcing Trump himself (and his American-taxpayer-paid-for security entourage) to sneak into the venue via a back entrance like the “thief in the night” he really is.


from the San Francisco Chronicle....

• Protesters descend on Burlingame to rail against Trump

• Protests before Trump speech at Bay Area GOP convention

• Trump compares backdoor entrance to Bay Area speech to ‘crossing the border’


Trump is obviously too stupid to work it out that only a minority of RETARDS support him in “enlightened” California.

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Last resort of the desperate bought and paid for political establishment tools!

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Budweiser is now “America” — King of undrinkable swill

By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist | 4:15PM PDT - Tuesday, May 10, 2016


Because nothing says “America” like whoring its most famous slogans for a crappy
beer only your dad drinks because he just doesn't care and his taste buds were
destroyed by 47 years of smoking.

GRAB a six pack of America! America, tasting great and taking names! Enjoy a refreshing can of America and get to voting, you sad, miserable wretches of the United States who are stuck with six more months of reading about Trump's tiny sausage fingers and of having what remains of your dignity dragged though 10,000 miles of broken glass and who need something, anything to help quell the sense of savage karmic terror currently ravaging your national psyche! America!

Surely these and other cutesy catchphrases were hurled all over the hallowed foreign halls of Anheuser-Busch InBev just recently, right before the giant, bland Belgium-based megacorporation that owns Budweiser decided to re-name our country's flagship swill, changing it from “Budweiser” to “America” for the next six months, or until we all set fire to the place and split for Canada, whichever come first.

It's true. Budweiser is now called “America”. It says so on the cans — along with a lot of other pseudo-patriotic marketing gibberish like “land of the free” and “home of the brave” and “no one in your country reads anyway so who really cares now shut up and drink it”. Hey, it's better than endorsing rape culture. You know, marginally.

Is it not cute? The new (temporary) label invites all manner of pun, irony, eye-rolling, Twitter groan. NASCAR fans are giddy with the baffling redundancy of it all. Trump voters are now encouraged to slam a few extra “Americas” before punching protesters in the face. Jingoism and ignorance are running hot, despite how most Trump voters have no idea what the former is and couldn't spell it even if they did.

Funny thing, isn't it? How no one you know drinks Budweiser? No one who actually cares about beer, that is? Or flavor? Or quality?


LEFT: “I am the best at being American! I can be so freaking American you wouldn't believe it! Watch me
smash an America on my head and not even feel it!” — Donald Trump. | RIGHT: Made with the actual tears
of NASCAR fans. Nastiest. Hangover. Ever.

Budweiser is the Walmart of beer. It is the 1992 Chevy Malibu of beer. It is the canned peas, the creepy uncle, the rusted-out Camaro in the front lawn. It is the shuttered storefront abandoned dreams suffocating college debt scared-of-everything $400 away from disaster ban all the Muslims of beers. It's also lethally boring, out of touch, and happily ignored by anyone under 40 who actually completed high school and has ever once tasted a microbrew or had sex or felt joy.

Translation: right now, marketing execs from Smith & Wesson, Pfizer, McDonald's and Walmart and Coca-Cola, et al, are all kicking themselves for not having thought of this first.

I mean, right? There absolutely should be a handgun named “America”. Bullets and coffins, too. And a junk-food burger. And a massively harmful prescription narcotic (“Take two America and boom, no more pain! Or life!”) Hell, North Carolina should just rename itself “America” for a few years, or until all the lawsuits about its hateful homophobia die down.

America! The nasty, flavorless pisswater swill of the world, owned by some rich dudes in Belgium, like you even care. Crack a cold one today!

• Email: Mark Morford

• Mark Morford on Twitter and Facebook.

http://blog.sfgate.com/morford/2016/05/10/budweiser-is-now-america-king-of-undrinkable-swill

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yes that beer tastes like shit

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Meanwhile, in San Francisco, it was great to see so many enlightened & intelligent white folks (as opposed to the stupid, boofhead, white-trash Trump attracts) standing up to and disrupting the bullshit Trump wankfest, forcing Trump himself (and his American-taxpayer-paid-for security entourage) to sneak into the venue via a back entrance like the “thief in the night” he really is.

Trump is obviously too stupid to work it out that only a minority of RETARDS support him in “enlightened” California.

Ever notice how it is mostly Green supporters that get so abusive about others with differing opinions to their own?

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SJW's they think it's ok for them to abuse and add labels to or call people derogatory names,people who do not want to follow their everyone is bad and racist,sexist and should beat themselves up for being white privileged,for their ideals of a perfect leftist utopia.
give all the leftist a free hand to do whatever they want for a season and after they get what they want, they will get bored from having no cause to follow and then they will turn on and destroy each other with their hate.

is there one communist utopia anywhere on the planet that has done well?
having a nanny state that controls every aspect of your life from the cradle to the grave and then worshipping it is just another  religion that ends in a slavery where a human has no incentive to improve his lot in life because the state is eating his substance and giving it to people who didn't work for it.

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