The couple who tours together gets to sell 70,000 seats together goes the old adage. Or rather doesn’t go the old adage, and it doesn’t rhyme either,. But it sure expresses the sentiments swirling round the over baked Mr. and Mrs. Carter, whose outrageous proliferate life of excess has gone well past the point of unseemly and is nearing the area of let them eat cake, after the revolution son, and are still manufacturing the moolah on their upcoming tour round the Arenas of the US. Or at least the major cities.
It is, of course, a natural match like Patti and Bruce and Johnny and June, though at the moment, Beyonce is better at recording and Jay Z is better on stage. I am a loud and true fan of Beyonce’s superb album from last year but was disappointed in her live show earlier that year –all sound and fury signifying nothing. Meanwhile, Jay Z was built for Arenas and he blew Timberlake off stage last summer in a brilliant bravado take no prisoners rap extravaganza.
But while “Crazy In Love” was pretty good, the first rush of faith is always the strongest, right? “Drunk In Love” wasn’t. And to be honest, the thought of these two icons of aggressive privilege groping each other on two foot LCDs is a little stomach turning.
The Metlife gig is July 11, a Friday (Warped Tour is the next day at Jones Beach) and if I can get a cheap cheap tix at $35 I’ll go but any more than that I am less keen. It seems as though it is a lot of money for a couple that are more insufferable than Chris and Gwynn used to be and the mountains of self-love that infuses these two superstars as well as their unfortunately named progeny Blue Ivy, is stomach churning. Please god, no movie.
