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By avoiding precision, she tries to please us all. About asking for a raise? About electing a woman president, or all of the above? Who could say? The hook is perfectly pitched for group singing, but Platten seems afraid to offend. What kind of anthem runs on nervous trepidation? Cardi B, by contrast, does not speak on behalf of womankind.
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If the song does not toe any feminist party line, then it certainly empowers more than many things that do. From the beginning, rap has performed this kind of alchemy, turning systemic disadvantage into power. And like the best writers, she conjures this power from specificity and verisimilitude. Female rappers have done this before, but never for an audience so desperate to be spoken to directly. Jamie Lauren Keiles is a writer in Queens.
Ryan McGinley is an American photographer whose work is in permanent museum collections around the world. Stylist: Kollin Carter. Hair: Ursula Stephen. He rapped while she did jumps and thrusts. Perry was, as they say, in a mood. Her candidate had just lost the presidency, and she wanted us to know she was bewildered and mad as hell. She sounded like Katy Perry — mad sunny, hella happy. But she was trying — trying to emote for the country, trying to indict our complacency, trying to matter. Perry kept trying. She spent a long weekend mansion-bound and live-streamed, repositioning herself as emerging from a state of cluelessness.
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That kiddie-pool Caribbean sound evokes s radio without overtly invoking any of it. This is a low-calorie version of the island life that pop has been touring for decades, which is clever, because it obliquely winks at what the song is too meek to look at head on — the way some white artists and listeners love black culture without necessarily seeing black people, their politics or their pain.
The live-streamed therapy, the plea of ignorance, the delight of the actual song — they all land near the center of the Katy Perry vexation matrix. Perry might be the most naturally likable pop star we have.
Who else has her ungovernable goofiness? Some singers are acrobatic. Katy Perry is aerobic. Nobody this good at plastic flowers should be this bad at thorns.
That conversation with Mckesson was meant to exonerate her of obliviousness. She was discussing her wish to better understand her place in the world without any proof that she has actually understood. What it sounds like Perry wanted was for other people to do her work for her. T he first time I heard the most interesting newish band in the English-speaking world was at a sort of music-video party in North Carolina. Grayballz thinks the form is alive and underappreciated.
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And running. Just running down a road. At a certain point he stopped and performed a remarkable improvised-looking dance. But the music is the reason I remember.
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