Some days, I just want to sing the blues. Not just because powerhouse blues singers Shemekia Copeland and Dawn Tyler Watson are coming to perform here in the Jack Singer Concert Hall at Arts Commons on February 9. Well, because of them, but they make me want to sing the happy blues. Right now, they are the remedy to my current malaise.
What malaise you say? Well, as I encounter another Black History Month, I feel like we've gone backward in terms of most R&B, pop, hip hop etc. And here it comes, nostalgia for the '90's and early aughts. I remember when Lauren Hill and India Arie felt free to loc their hair while Ciara whipped her blond back and forth. Black women could be any and everything.
But now, it seems like the focus is narrowing. It feels like, whenever I start to admire some exciting new talent with a fresh unforced look, something happens. My new faves transform, like a bad magician trick, into the same Beyonce-Riri-Cardi-Minaj-Meg barely dressed Glamazons, spitting very similar explicit lyrics. And yeah, I know, Beyonce has her deep moments.
Yet it feels like the look and vibe and power have turned even in her dreadlocked proteges into leather corseted "boss bitches." Which can get a little one note after a while. Melanee Murray-Hunt - Read more.