I couldn’t care less about the Superbowl, and sorry if that’s news to you but that’s just me and most of the world.
There is though that one moment we all tune in for the sake of it, the halftime show. It rarely disappoints and is weirdly enough always the best way to grasp what the heck is going on in the US. Rather than any news channel, gimme that one artist on stage speaking their truth. That never fails.
I’ve been on a bit of a writing hiatus since the beginning of the year, blame seasonal depression or some shit but I’ve been far too whiny to put down all the glorious content we got so far into words and god knows there’s been a lot of it. Nirvana coming back? St Vincent’s consecration at the GRAMMYs (thank fuck)? Linkin Park A Capellas work of beauty? Jacknife Lee hanging out with the U2 boys which probably means some blindsided punch in the face very soon? Hayley Williams teasing a new solo tour we thought all forgotten about? Mike Shinoda growing his fluff AT LAST?!
Ha. See. Much content. At least in my world. Have many favs my people, diversify your musical diet – this is the way.
And speaking of diversifying, last night’s halftime show couldn’t be further from my usual servings of sucking mother rock and roll and yet here I am. Kendrick being the one sorting me out of that blank page phase wasn’t on my 2025 bingo card. And I mean, Samuel L Jackson. That’s reason enough as it is. How could I not react to that genius performance?
I’ve always been baffled how this musical genre can be so boisterous and so subtle at the same time, and that’s exactly what we got from Kendrick’s performance. The right balance of pride and criticism all wrapped up in red white and blue in a way that didn’t make my european heart cringe badly. Damn – if I am to pick one word to describe it all then, damn. One hell of a performance, a fire show, and a more than willingly taken slap in the face. Yeah. That’s what the world needs. Game over, retry hard. We’ll get there eventually.
It’s a relief to see that America can still captivate in a good way.
Turn off the news, let the music speak and maybe, just maybe, there will be light.
Happy Monday y’all.
