07-13-2009, 02:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-16-2016, 07:56 PM by Drunk Monk.)
Beyonce @ Oracle 7/10/9
Rich Girl opened, which were four girls in lingerie dancing on folding ladders. Surprisingly, that didn't quite work for me.
Beyonce opened with Crazy in Love, confetti cannons and dancers and instantly got down next and dirty with Naughty Girl. That's what's called 'had DM at hello'. She's got an amazing vocal range from pop rock, gospel, rap, blues and reggae (more on that to come) and can really dance. I love the dancers - shows with extreme choreography are few and far in between. Beyonce is just a tad less powerful than Madonna in that respect (Madonna is older, much to her credit). Beyonce has the legs of a gazelle (akin to Tina Turner), the body of a cheetah, complete with spots when in costume, and the hips of a jack rabbit on crank. That woman can do a pelvic thrust with such machine-gun rapidity that she ignite a wet newspaper to burst into flames if held between her legs. The show was full of dancers, special effects, multi-media and such, to both accentuate her dancing and cover her costume changes. The whole Sasha Fierce trip, well, as a straight male with a pulse, all I can say is I loved the lite-up bikini lingerie. The house was filled with women, dressed to the nines - and as I told a newbie RM volunteer, 'why wouldn't any guy with a pulse want to be here?' Bring on more Sasha. Diva was banging. She had home video of her when five, revealing that she's always had moves and always been able to sing. To hear her talk about MJ at that age was profound, and when the bassist in her all female band dropped the line for Billie Jean, the house went nuts. Then, after flying across the Oracle, suspended from a high wire at least 50 feet up and singing Baby Boy, she went for the kill. The JA flag started waving on the massive backdrop screen and she dropped You Don't Love Me, Dawn Penn's one-hit wonder, one of the grooviest slow grind hip shakers of reggae ever and still in DM's top 25 reggae riddems of all time.
budabudabudabudabudapumpum
budabudabudabudabudapumpum
budabudabudabudabudapumpum
pum
pum
no, no, no
you don't love me and i know now...
At this point, Dm was moments from tossing it all and following Beyonce for the rest of the tour. The rest of the show is a bit of a blur. RM was short staffed, and while we weren't really busy, per se, Dm kept on the move, giving a newbie a magic carpet ride he won't soon forget, just be trying to keep up with Dm at a show that he's into. Beyonce encored with Halo as a MJ tribute and Dm found himself more moved than with Paris's farewell and regretting that he never did experience MJ live.
Beyonce got me. She totally got me. I can hear ED's mockery now, but he knows my soft spot for pop divas.
Rich Girl opened, which were four girls in lingerie dancing on folding ladders. Surprisingly, that didn't quite work for me.
Beyonce opened with Crazy in Love, confetti cannons and dancers and instantly got down next and dirty with Naughty Girl. That's what's called 'had DM at hello'. She's got an amazing vocal range from pop rock, gospel, rap, blues and reggae (more on that to come) and can really dance. I love the dancers - shows with extreme choreography are few and far in between. Beyonce is just a tad less powerful than Madonna in that respect (Madonna is older, much to her credit). Beyonce has the legs of a gazelle (akin to Tina Turner), the body of a cheetah, complete with spots when in costume, and the hips of a jack rabbit on crank. That woman can do a pelvic thrust with such machine-gun rapidity that she ignite a wet newspaper to burst into flames if held between her legs. The show was full of dancers, special effects, multi-media and such, to both accentuate her dancing and cover her costume changes. The whole Sasha Fierce trip, well, as a straight male with a pulse, all I can say is I loved the lite-up bikini lingerie. The house was filled with women, dressed to the nines - and as I told a newbie RM volunteer, 'why wouldn't any guy with a pulse want to be here?' Bring on more Sasha. Diva was banging. She had home video of her when five, revealing that she's always had moves and always been able to sing. To hear her talk about MJ at that age was profound, and when the bassist in her all female band dropped the line for Billie Jean, the house went nuts. Then, after flying across the Oracle, suspended from a high wire at least 50 feet up and singing Baby Boy, she went for the kill. The JA flag started waving on the massive backdrop screen and she dropped You Don't Love Me, Dawn Penn's one-hit wonder, one of the grooviest slow grind hip shakers of reggae ever and still in DM's top 25 reggae riddems of all time.
budabudabudabudabudapumpum
budabudabudabudabudapumpum
budabudabudabudabudapumpum
pum
pum
no, no, no
you don't love me and i know now...
At this point, Dm was moments from tossing it all and following Beyonce for the rest of the tour. The rest of the show is a bit of a blur. RM was short staffed, and while we weren't really busy, per se, Dm kept on the move, giving a newbie a magic carpet ride he won't soon forget, just be trying to keep up with Dm at a show that he's into. Beyonce encored with Halo as a MJ tribute and Dm found himself more moved than with Paris's farewell and regretting that he never did experience MJ live.
Beyonce got me. She totally got me. I can hear ED's mockery now, but he knows my soft spot for pop divas.
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