By Greg Tate (on Facebook)
Listened to Beyonce's new album, dug some of the spooky vocals, spookier production. Watched about 12 of the videos and got depressed for the world like a mutha. Mostly by the butt nekkid desperation for self-sexualizing pop relevance. The hunger to please of the child-star returns pathetic and Marilynesque in the adult. The vacuum beneath the appropriated high tech haute couture come-on imaging reveals a no there-there raging void. Madonna sponged her reference for visual literacy from Basquiat. B got 'Picasso'. Ronny Drayton's grandmother used to tell him 'Boy, no matter how how high you go in this world you will always be The Product. ' Auction block R&B, billion dollar babies, commodified soul sucked clean to the plantation-haunted marrow. Epitome of what Cecil Taylor meant when he said, ''For a Black person to be a success iin this culture is to be failure.'