It’s been just over a week since Beyoncé’s Homecoming
That sleepless night was the first viewing, but I knew I’d need to watch it again (and again and again and again). It was like seeing the surprise Lemonade visual album for the first time. Before the Homecoming premiere, I had only seen images of Beyonce’s historic Coachella performance. I had somehow stayed completely oblivious to the sheer magnitude, the groundbreaking spectacle, the larger-than-life performance that was Beychella.
True story, when I went home for Easter weekend the next day, I watched it again with my parents. I couldn’t stop thinking about the film, and knew I needed to show someone (anyone!) and see if they, too, felt as moved as I did. The closest people in proximity were my mom and dad (my dog Daisy has little appreciation for the arts, though I do feel “Crazy in Love” whenever my dad texts me pictures of her).
While I dodged glances over how short her shorts were (“Oh, my” was all my mom could say as Queen Bey twerked and shook and wiggled around on stage), I rejoiced in their rapt attention.