Pop timelines just got a little more real. As of this past weekend, Rihanna is back on Instagram! Here’s to 10 of the many times she showed us why Instagram is nothing without her.
Because, no matter how broke, bullied, or abandoned: you can always dance.
“Tonight I’m gonna dance for you”
“You can dance, for inspiration”
“Dance the night away
Live your life, and stay young on the floor…”
“Just dance, gonna be okay”
“Back on the dance floor better not to take me home”
“Move your body, move baby, dance all night”
“Keep on dancing, till the world ends.”
Razor to the Dome… #RaiseHERtothethrone
Ball’d so hard, she cut the crew
ICYMI: “Punks jump up, to rock the gown; trap squad ennui, shade the crown.” #metgala
“We’re living in a joke time, metaphorical coke time
Commerce and guru men, run the whole world man
Broke world and debauchery, old world brutality
Cold world kills softly
Whole world works savagely
Greedy men and pride fiends program TV screens
Quick-scam and drag queens
Real life blast fiends
Think twice this past dream
Superficial vanity, borderline insanity
Out of order humanity, crime committed so passively
Desperados and causalities, corporations want batteries:
explanations and strategies, domination and mastery
 bankrupt, grown people so corrupt
Light swords and yellow men, junkies and popularity
Culture oh so independent, vultures scavage reality
Past feeling depravity, decaying social cavity
Preying on human ignorance, popular immorality
Physicists issue policy
No money, less equality
Inflated global ego imitating reality
Fuel cycle pharaoh, poisonous frozen arrows
Hypocritics on salary; idle hands: Devil’s agency
Predisposed to complacency
Jealousy and audacity, contagious social gluttony
Stages of mass malignity, effort to make deception
Generation and atrophy, glam life and death, scam life and editors
By-product of neglect children, hiding from predators
Absence of self-respect, phony, scared of competitors
Lifestyle of luxury at someone’s expense
Sensitive children, used up as sacrifice
Blind to the consequence, smoked up in dope pipes
Ecstasy fast life, recklessly past life
Narcotics and cash fights
It’s like post-war;
they’re looking for the Communists, and who the Marxists is
Ten thousand pictures on Facebook; it’s like the pot calling the kettle “narcissist”
C’mon, really? Saying “The Devil,” but you’re the chief arsonist
Hypocrites can’t even see their own part in this
No reflection, vampire paradigm
“This star, that star…” “rants, “has a breakdown“
Three months before pure obsession picture can’t take down
Children: it’s a shakedown; they’re just looking for a sacrifice
They’ve been doing this since before Bobby Darin sang “Mack the Knife“
Before James Dean’s car did a jackknife
Perhaps it’s because they lack life, lack guts; never confused the head with the butt
“Opinions are like assholes, and most of them stink,”
I was told by a woman, so rethink; don’t ever let them:
lead you to drink, lead you to doubt, lead you to fall
Get up, stand up: cast Lucifer out
“Shake it up, baby;” watch them twist it and shout
Insecure assholes looking for a ticket, someone to ride like the Pickett
It’s fcukin’ wicked, shame on ‘em
In this neurotic toxic society
Sick cycle psychology, in desperate need of psychiatry
Exorcism, sobriety, forcing social lobotomy
People stuck in dichotomies, pseudo sicko anxiety
Serial criminals, dressed in Variety
Social transvetism, subliminal dressed up as piety
Transference, projections like Cartesian images
Robbing innocence, stealing inheritance
Quiet victims with no defense, betrayed over dollars and cents
Maladjusted and ignorant, malediction and dissonance
Too much addiction, no consciousness
Don’t you trust it, this cosmology’s busted
Broken returns to the dusted
Corruption, deceit, abuse and repeat
They don’t feel complete unless they’re robbing the sheep
Man is not a product: if you call him that – then stop it
In this neurotic godless society“
– Ms. Lauryn Hill
[Foucualt / Hysteria]
Like a natural response to the four-on-the-floor Dutch House jams, #TrapPop is the latest sub-genre re-imagining Pop music like none other before it. Part Ratchet Gucci Mane inspired BOOMbastic beats, part EDM risers, drops and effects, this musical hybrid is starting to trickle into Pop’s mainstream conscious through Originals like Rihanna’s “Pour It Up” and Britney Spears’ collaboration with Will.I.Am “Scream & Shout.” But like all sub-genres, it’s been going on for a minute. We’re just catching on… If this all sounds confusing as hell, or intriguing, here’s a playlist that features some original music, some remixes and some just plain crazy sounds that starkly define what it means to be a Pop trapaholic.
….Welcome to the Trap Haus #POPoff
Kelis – Milkshake (Gold Top Trap Remix)
Rihanna – Pour it Up (RL Grime Remix)
Beyonce – Bow Down/ I Been On
Lady GaGa – Cake
Britney Spears – Hold It Against Rozay
Ellie Goulding – High For This (DTF Trap Remix)
Side B is for when the party just won’t stop. Whether you’re surrounded by Diamonds or Sweet Nothing, the breakdown will bring you through it. So STAY, why don’t you? Pound the Alarm if you have to. Because Clarity is on the horizon. #Britneyvia2007TaughtMe
Rihanna – Diamonds (Trapmasters XTC Hustle Remix)
Calvin Harris – Sweet Nothing (Diplo + Grandtheft Remix)
Nicki Minaj – Pound The Alarm (SAINT Remix)
Rihanna- Stay (Branchez Remix)
Zedd & Foxes – Clarity (Brillz Remix)
Britney Spears – It’s Britney Bitch (K.Millz Remix)
Give Me Something Good. #WatchThisSpace and #DropItLikeAHOOD
“Gold all up in my grill….I still got my money” – Rihanna
Diamonds on my teeth, like Ima fuckin’ Dope Dealer…
Hey, hey, hey, hey – hey:
So … that’s involving GaGa, Rihanna, Naomi, Cher, and 36 others … non-commercial “artistic and political” #secretproject directed by Steven Klein. A rumor has it that it’s about American involvement in weapons distribution; which would would be amazing considering the reacquantice of Pop and the Military Industrial Complex – but from the other side… This has the potential to be the apocalypse of that Pop Military Industrial Era (Elvis, Laurel Canyon through to American Life and G.O.A.T.)
For when every record sounds the same you better step into my world… Listen to Rihanna’s “Stay” five very different ways…
Sadly to say, Kendrick Lamar’s debut album, good kid, m.A.A.d city, followed the trend of his rap peers and leaked online a week early. As much as I want to see Kendrick do well and have chart success, as he is a true breath of fresh in the rap game, I am happy his album leaked because we were blessed early with the standout track, “Poetic Justice” featuring Drake.
The two rappers turn to poets, and pour their thoughts out in love letters disguised as verses over the Janet Jackson sampled beat. “Poetic Justice” is without a doubt a hit, and bound to lead to good album sales for Kendrick – and future babies for the few who choose to listen with their significant other in just the right lighting. Check out “Poetic Justice” featuring Drake below, and make sure you support good kid, m.A.A.d city which is in stores now.
Judging #solely by the cover: Rihanna’s seventh album sounds a bit like a bleach-backed, scratch-tracked Lady GaGa: The Remix #kanyeshrug
I want to introduce you to my girl Molly Cyrus.
Ahhh, to be young, dumb, numb, shirtless and sweaty. It must be the Pretty Lights, if not it must be that pure MDMA running through your veins. Not so different from a pop song, imagine pure MDMA packed tight into an easy to swallow pill. One take and you’re sold by the time the beat drops. Euphoria ensues, pure and fucking brilliant. And you keep dancing until the high ends. You kids keep me young.
For this entry in Sound Trapping, our new #NarcoPop series which looks at pop music as drugs, we explore my girl Molly Cyrus. #SeenMolly?
The first pill: MDNA. This is the new peace drug. Users experience a strong sense of inner peace and self acceptance. Large Fears mean nothing when you have No fears. Your mood lifts as the bass drops. Before you know it you’re addicted to the accompanying euphoria. The immaculate catharsis comes quick…and then the release. For when you just need to dance, say it with me: #MDNAMDNAMDNA
“Feels like a drug
And I can’t get enough
And it fits like glove…
I’m addicted to your love…”
“Palms rise to the universe, as we moonshine and molly,
feel the warmth, we’ll never die
we’re like diamonds in the sky.”
“Pop another pill, so I know it’s real…
so I know it’s real”
Molly isn’t all about dancing, sweating and hedonism. There is an introspection that happens at the back of the club where the strobe lights don’t reach. Take Kelis’ “Home” for example. Set against a pulsating beat, the electro siren finds solace in the intimacy. The lights are shining, but you’re already home.
“Your love is blinding, I’m already home
The lights are shining, I’m already home”
Betti Ono’s first anniversary show “Run, Riot!” by Miami based artist Kendrick “GREATEclectic” Daye debuts Friday, September 7, 2012. Showcasing Daye’s mixed media pop art style the show embodies the playful yet innovative spirit of Betti Ono gallery.
Daye’s vibrant and explosive work produces a lush landscape of social commentary, blending the familiar with the fantastic. A combination of pop and politics, he utilizes collage, photography, painting and illustration to create work that extols and defames our American culture. His layered portraits and eye-popping visuals sear into our collective imagination and reality.
Run RIOT opens Sept 7 at Betti Ono Gallery in Oakland, CA. The show runs through October 13. Click here to RSVP via Facebook.
When painting a perfect picture, a painter must first have a blank canvas to illustrate their imagination on. A blank canvas has no meaning until the painter decides to add a bit of color to it and to make it into something people would delight about. This is what I think about Rihanna.
Wonderful Monday on our hands. Sun is shining and a brand spanking new addition to the Pop family has graced us with its bouncing beautiful baby presence.
As I’m still coming to terms with my equally brand new bouncing baby quarterlife crisis (Aside: leave it to Madonna to wait four years to release an album, that upon completing the first full listen, one realizes IT’S BEEN FOUR YEARS. Leaving subsequent questions such as: What have I done the past four years? What has Timbaland done in the past four years? We had Healthcare reform, we’re out of Iraq, bin Laden and Gaddafi are no more, and people are looking to Gingrich?! What is a Lady GaGa? Did I leave the front door open? All coalescing to the inevitable answer: I’m old.) I’ve decided to put together a quick trip down Memory Lane this Monday (no, the other one, after the left at Drury Road – sorted) compliments of MDNA #biologicalpopbuildingblocks
The Grammys in 140 Characters or Less
I don’t like Football.
I, like the other 3 million extra people tuned into to the Super Bowl just for the halftime show. And to see Madonna. On the eve of her 12th album, if you study numerology you’d understand that significance, and her re-entry into American Pop Culture, this was her magnum opus on stilettos and gold. But the response was anything but celebratory.
When the fandemonium hit the fan, and every stan had their say, Twitter was filled with a bevy of tired AARP inspired insults. Forbes Magazine’s Liz W. Garcia’s put it best, “But in spite of the fact that Madonna is 53 years-old and lept from a kneeling position to standing, over and over whilst wearing spike heels (go ahead, try it, and when you’re done icing your knees, read on) and keeping pace with her twenty-something backup dancers, the focus was on her age.”
Why does this matter? It probably doesn’t. But for me it poses a legitimate question, how old is too old for pop music? A question seemingly only coerced on to pop and hip hop artists. You don’t see anyone begging U2 or Bruce Springsteen to sit down and get off the throne. Even though they should, no one tells Steven Tyler or Mick Jagger to act their age.
“…Once you reach a certain age you’re not allowed to be adventurous, you’re not allowed to be sexual….I mean, is there a rule? Are you supposed to just die?”
– Madonna at 34, defending herself at age 53.
Pop stars have a tendency to die very young or grow old very slowly. The parallels between Madonna and Jay-Z are uncanny. Both have made a career out of being cool. Both have a strangle on the music scene of their respective genres, and both are unwilling to past the torch to their younger contemporaries. As long as you got moves like Madonna, or wordplay like Jay-Z you should keep on rocking, keep on rocking. Our king of pop may be dead, but our Queen is well and alive. 90’s babies may be born this way, but legends like Madonna, legends like Jay-Z basically raised them. Jigga said it best, Bye-byes are not for legends.
“Fear not death, I’ll be alive for a million years, Bye-byes are not for legends, I’m forever young, my name shall survive.”
– Jay-Z on “Forever Young”
Watch This Space: Because I’m not young enough to know everything. But I know, today’s pop starlets always become ghosts of pop past. Now that’s a bit reductive.
The modern music industry’s Mitochondrial Eve returns with a fervor to prove – once again – that despite all patriarchal restrictions and destruction: she who bears the womb… the forever battlefield, and said burden… is she who is best equipped to commandeer the cultural revolution. Who rev the world? Girls.
The revolution will be feminized. She who betrayed Jesus, she who betrayed Adam, she who bears the weight of said world on her naturally sinful shoulders, in her superseding of submission, will ascend to prominence; born to blossom, bloom to perish, just as man destroyed that which he cannot create, so in the wake of destruction and suspension in social smolder, here woman returns to bear life again… Strong enough to bear the children, then get back to business
Who run the world? Girls. Girls, women, females have the unparalleled capacity to create life. Despite all social constructs, religious constraints, and artificial inferiority women are able to create something lasting, something outside of themselves, and from their sin comes the succession – well, that, or a dance nation… my persuasion can build a nation #literally
#inanutshell Self-reference and atmospheric concept #letsbeyhonest #independentringonit
Flash, Tally, and Snapp: Who run the world?
Beyonce: The female version of a hustler… the lights that keep the streets on – are the very same lights that break dawn
Hope you still like me, If you hate me
My persuasion can build a nation
In this hour, our love we can devour
You’ll do anything for me
… because while from the female womb a world can be reborn, a man’s mind can melt in her very palm… he’ll do anything for she – like a sir hooker to the government of female supremacy
… and crazy in love with the self-referential style and choreo
Willow Smith: 21st Century Girl… a dime-sized diva spawned from deserted desolation
Rihanna: Run this mother, hard as a mother
Nicki Minaj – Massive Attack of the Militaristic Mistress
Girls on Fire… Bey and a battalion of Edies
Cleopatra Jones – Pre-Foxxy Lot of Woman
#andAGAIN #asalways Angela Bassett #woosah #breathe
Watch This Space: On the brink of Black Stallions and Highway Unicorns… #spearheadedstallionistas #headsup #crowndown