The Greed of Beyonce

The other night in the hotel I caught part of Beyonce’s HBO special and ever since I have been trying to figure out why it was so vile.  It is true that is was style without substance, that it was music without musicians, that it featured politics of the shallowest kind, and that it was more Las Vegas show than concert.  But even none of these things really get to the core of why it was so awful. 

The part of the concert I saw was championing feminism.  But that was it’s explicit premise.  Implicitly it was really championing materialism of the worst kind.  If you believe in yourself you too can be rich and successful and this is the height of human achievement.  This was really nothing but Joel Osteen without pants. 

Earlier this year I saw Buffy Sainte-Marie.  She spoke about how the way we treat others, and not money, should be our defining purpose.  There was something not only powerful about her, but subversive as well.  You felt as if you were seeing a great spiritual warrior for good. 

Buffy Sainte-Marie was, once upon a time, blacklisted by President Johnson for her brave political stances.  Beyonce has been invited into all of the halls of power, even the White House,  because at the end of the day she rubber stamps the status quo. 

During the concert I saw there was a giant sign behind Beyonce that put up words pertaining to feminism.  Subliminally it was saying the same thing as Wall Street’s Gordon Gecko:  Greed is good. 

Autofellatio

Tomorrow I am going on tour with Shinyribs.  You can check out the dates at:

http://shinyribs.org/shows.html

This is a tour of the South which is leading up to our appearance at Albino Skunk Music Festival.  I’ve heard that this is a great festival and I’m looking forward to playing it.  I stole the blog title from the hilariously named biography of James Maker.  I always feel a little bit like I’m stroking myself off when I promote my own shit.  One of my favorite singles of recent years is Maker’s Born That Way:

Singing with Eric Burdon

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Singing tonight at ACL live with Eric Burdon of the Animals.  Sometimes life takes on surreal proportions.  What a strange and crazy night!  Hopefully this performance will make its way on TV later this year as it was being filmed.  Tonight was a special tribute to the British Invasion and was headlined by The Animals and The Zombies.  Shinyribs played earlier in the night.  We performed a version of The Rolling Stones’ Heart of Stone and She’s About a Mover with Shawn Sahm.  The pic above is from the big sing along at the end of the night to The Animals We’ve Gotta Get Out of This Place.

Introducing Morrissey Released On DVD

Introducing Morrissey, in my opinion the best Morrissey live concert caught on film, has finally released on DVD.  This is a clip of the controversial National Front Disco.  I picked it because this is where many of the stage invasions start, which are an essential part of any Morrissey concert.  By the way, the National Front Disco is actually a real place unfortunately and comically.  It can be read about in Bill Buford’s Among the Thugs.

Introducing Morrissey is a great live document for any fans of Morrissey and a great place to start for the uninitiated.  His band and set list are excellent here.

Jefferson Brown Solo Show Today at 4pm in Austin at Strange Brew

Cockney Rejects East End Babylon Film Trailer: http://youtu.be/fDTA6wk6r3Y

Watching this to get in the zone for my solo show today at Strange Brew at 4pm.  It will give you an idea where my head is at.  Today is a song swap with friend and songwriter Kacy Crowley.  In Austin, Texas at 4pm.  Don’t miss my maiden voyage!

John Oliver’s Worst Stage Experience

The above video is comedian John Oliver talking about the worst time he bombed onstage.  It is truly hilarious.  It’s short and I don’t want to ruin anything by telling you what is in the clip.

As someone that makes his living on stage there is definitely an element that I can relate to in it.  There are good nights, bad nights, and nights in between.  So much is out of your control.  As a musician a terrible sound man can make your best efforts futile.  One time on my birthday I drunkenly fell off the stage.  These things happen.  The only difference between an amateur and a pro is that the pro gets back up and just keeps going.  Over time you learn not to be embarrassed or defeated.  We are all unfailingly imperfectly human.