Why You Can’t Turn Off “All the Single Ladies”
The verses sound like a nursery rhyme or military hymn, with a melody like primary colors. But the chorus goes all apey and provides zero resolution. It’s like somebody giving you a gentle massage punctuated with stabs from a meat tenderizer.
The result: You spend every verse waiting for the next chorus—something violently intriguing, made to shock you out of your workaday stupor—and every chorus waiting for the next verse, safe and cozy like a good pot pie.
October 14th, 2009 at 7:41 am
All this post does is make me want to eat pie.
October 14th, 2009 at 7:42 am
Well, not all. But that’s certainly a key effect.
October 14th, 2009 at 7:46 am
FTC disclosure: I received three dozen free frozen pot pies from Stouffer’s to include that last image.
October 14th, 2009 at 10:57 am
heck yah Devan awesome post- halo is the same way for me- beyonce’s songs are definitely as good (or better) than potpie
October 14th, 2009 at 11:49 am
Yeah, Halo stays in my head for days every time I hear it…
I do love some pot pie though…