THIS ISSUE: The presumptuousness of the Carters.
Beyoncé, Jay-Z, and Albert Murray
Three or four years ago, coming back from hip surgery, I put in a stint of physical therapy. The assistant trainer, a 24-year-old named Caitlin, was a big pop music fan, as am I, although, to borrow from one of Hank Williams Jr.’s songs about his daddy, Caitlin’s kind of pop and mine ain’t exactly the same.
One afternoon at Procore Physical Therapy, the talk turned to Beyoncé and Jay-Z’s video, shot in the Louvre, for their 2018 collaborative single “Apeshit,” released under their, except to think that it was a cool idea.
