Alright.
we’re a few hours away.
and imma get to cooking in like 30. so imma be gone for a bit
but
I want to know what yall final prediction/theory before the actual performance?
Great damn read.![]()
Opinion | Kendrick Lamar Can’t Save the World. Why Do We Expect Him To?
Now that he’s performing at the Super Bowl, it seems like he’s inherited a no-win situation for all the conflicted expectations that await him.www.nytimes.com
ofc, sports thread got 19 pages, performance got 115. As far as I'm concerned this is the official threadSo we posting in here or the Super Bowl thread?
Great damn read.
Kendrick is a walking contradiction and it shouldn’t be expected for him to make any radical showing of blackness, especially because he's in a different phase of his life:
He wants to be the biggest star on the planet.
The bigger question is how grandiose will his halftime show be, especially in 12-15 minutes.
A lot of weight on the hobbit’s shoulders, let’s see how he responds.
ofc, sports thread got 19 pages, performance got 115. As far as I'm concerned this is the official thread![]()
Which makes it even funnier that it’s a microcosm into the artist and us the fans. Kendrick is a walking contradiction and so are we…but goddamnit at least make me bop my head and tap my foot in my hypocrisy.The celebrity culture that is now eating American politics and public discourse asks us to invest in the words and actions of prominent and often highly unqualified individuals while abandoning the responsibilities of collective action and critical thinking. We put our work on their shoulders, investing them with a mystical power that we in reality gave to them. After all, this isn’t Mr. Lamar’s first Super Bowl. In 2022, he was part of a Los Angeles-themed extravaganza: He performed “Alright,” Eminem knelt and nothing changed. The impact of a song like “Alright” isn’t in its staged choreography. It was always in the footsteps of the people who marched to it. Artists aren’t here to save the world for us. It’s our job to save the world for them.
And for all the ways Americans police our artists’ politics, we give ourselves a pass. We want our bread and circuses, as long as they’re organic and cruelty-free. We lament what pop stars and the N.F.L. don’t do for us and we can’t even turn the TV off. And whether our gladiators are on the gridiron or on Spotify, we pay to see them maul one another and act as if we have nothing to do with the damage.