Down on loving (via Beyonce)
“Seriously, Euan, you need to hear the new Beyonce video.”
“ugh…”
“No, really, it’s the purest, most fucking amazing expression of love and it’s also absolutely amazing.”
“Um…”
“I know how that sounded but seriously, listen to this.”
Okay, Countdown is a fantastic pop song but it’s forced such sadness. I’ve listened to this about 5 times in a row since my friend recommended it to me, and it doesn’t look like stopping. It bounces around, trumpets a-blast and snares a-snapping, but like… it’s about love. Like I need that just now.
Maybe it’s my own personal fussiness or lack of a moral centre/soul to speak of but it sure would be nice to relate to a song like this right now. Instead, I’m staying in this evening writing this to you. Still a little hungover from the weekend on which I did basically nothing, realising that I need to change my bedsheets, tidy the kitchen and other boring tasks, when I would happily sell my kneecaps for attention. Aren’t you lucky? Yeah, yeah, shut up.
Ugh, this song’s brilliant. It’s 3 minutes of pure joy, just unadulterated happiness. And why wouldn’t Beyonce be happy right now? She’s transcendent as a pop star, with a rock-solid back catalogue, and she seems pretty chill about bringing a really, really cool baby into the world (aside: how funny would it be if the kid grew up looking like Nas?) so good for her. She’s made. She has everything she could ever want.
Fuck you, Beyonce. You’re amazing.
