It took the breakup of Ariana Grande’s engagement to land her her first Billboard #1 single. Just minutes before the episode of Saturday Night Live where Pete Davidson acknowledged the unlikely couple’s split, Grande dropped this sweet ode to her exes.
In the first verse, she namedrops her four celebrity mates: Davidson, rapper Big Sean, dancer Ricky Alvarez, and late rapper Mac Miller. She doesn’t specify which taught her love, patience or pain, or why one of the four apparently didn’t teach her anything.
Is it possible to not like James Corden? In addition to his immense talent as a comic and a singer, he seems like the most genuinely nice human being on earth.
He’s so likable that, in his ‘Carpool Karaoke’ segments and other skits, he has the ability to make anybody next to him — even Justin Bieber — instantly likable too.
Ariana Grande’s new album, Sweetener, is still a month away, but she just dropped one of the more impressive and aggressively bizarre videos I’ve seen in awhile. It’s kind of the apolitical pop diva version of Child Gambino’s This is America in that its every frame invites dissection.
The premise of the song ‘God is a Woman’ is that Grande’s sexual prowess will make her lover believe that, indeed, God is a woman. The video depicts Grande in a series of visually arresting scenarios that symbolize this divine status.
Ariana Grande recently released her first single since last year’s tragic Manchester Arena suicide bombing that left 22 dead at one of her concerts.
‘No Tears Left to Cry’ doesn’t address that incident specifically, but it is about moving on from a negative experience and finding your salvation in sweet dance pop. So just about the perfect comeback tune for the pint-sized diva.
It took me many years to finally embrace pop music. I realize this every time a classic Madonna song plays on the radio and I think to myself “this is damn good” while recalling my utter disdain for all things Madonna when she actually mattered.
Failing to appreciate good pop music is like saying a comedic film is somehow innately inferior to a dramatic one. I was probably guilty of that for a long time, too.