And stop appreciating real talent.
Here’s the argument: Beyonce can sing really, really good. So when she performs at Obama’s second inauguration, she decides to not take a chance on not sounding good and goes with the lip-synched version of the national anthem.
Wow, she thinks. I nailed it. Woohoo, look at me! Look at the lavish praise pour in for my inspirational performance!
Here’s the key part, the crux of the matter: she didn’t tell you that she was not really singing. She didn’t keep her mouth closed. She didn’t hold up a little sign saying “I’m actually just moving my lips to a recording”. No, she put all of her energy into this monumental effort to give all of her “authentic”, fantastic self into this performance of a digital recording.
And you are an immature little wuss if you don’t like it. Do you hear me? Stop not liking it. Stop thinking there is something phony about it because… well, not because it’s not phony, because it incontestably is phony, but because we are all grown-ups now and don’t care if it was fake or not because, after all, Beyonce can really sing, so you can just think about that as you are stirred, nay, inspired, nay revolted by this bullshit.
So if Dave Shumka, the writer of the CBC post, wants to go out and hear some “live” music and doesn’t mind if it’s pre-recorded, bully for him. Go to it! Pay your $150 and sit down and watch the stage and enjoy get your thrill from watching some super-model stand there and move her lips in synchronization to a recorded performance.
Just don’t post some bullshit sign at the venue advertising live music: it is not. Post a very large, clear sign saying “Lip-syncing Tonight” and watch the audiences role in. If you are worried that not very many people will show up to watch fake live music, then you are the one who should grow up, suck it up, and stop lying to people.
Incidentally, I can’t think of a single song by Beyonce I care about anyway: she’s just another diva, like Whitney Houston, Janet Jackson, and a host of others who sing, pretty well, songs that have no significance whatsoever. The songs are all merely carriers for the noise of her voice.