Her Majesty The Queen Consort

If it pleases Your Majesty, 

The pollen count was high last Thursday as Dallas was swarmed with beys here to see The Queen and I, along with my crew, had the pleasure and honor to be amongst the hive!

This would be my fourth time seeing Her Majesty and each time I have left a bigger fan, and this was no exception. I have gone to concerts my entire life, and in my opinion, it is at a live show that you see the artistry and magic of a performer.

My parents would take us to concerts and we would sit up in the lawn area on a warm summer’s night enjoying the picnic, music, and atmosphere. My first memory of attending a concert, I was less than enthusiastic to see the opening acts and protested my singular reason for attending, “I only want to see Al Jarreau!” What can I say, I have an old soul.

Over the decades, the concert production and technology has advanced, artist’s creativity has evolved, the budgets have seemingly increased all supplying a show to remember for those who have decided to spend their hard-earned money for a chance to see their favorite artist. 

The Queen needs no opening act to warm the crowd.

The almost 3 hours of mesmerizing production and concept, crisp sound, the beautiful and countless wardrobe changes, the hair, the dancers, the band, Blue Ivy, and of course The Queen, flawless as ever, would be more than enough to keep the crowd heated. This was an experience that lived up to the hype. 

Renaissance – the revival of or renewed interest in something.

For me, on this leg of my journey, that renewed interest has been in myself and my spirit. To be amongst the sea of silver opulence, all there to have fun, loving on themselves, unapologetically fuckin up the night. I sang like no one was listening, I danced like no one was watching. The energy in the stadium was palpable. Seeing people of all walks of life, ages, and nationalities all together to celebrate was comforting and reassuring.

Grandmothers, daughters, granddaughters, gay, straight, singles, couples, all dazzling ;it appeared everyone was in formation.  I have been a fan since seeing The Queen live in concert in Houston for the debut solo album tour for Dangerously in Love, and my admiration has sustained by the artistry, but also the grace and strength displayed while maintaining such a high profile career all while being married to a high profile man, having kids, and through mostly assumptions of the human experience, what trials and tribulations have come with that.

To see a black woman at that level standing taller and better than ever, and always gracious, is inspiring. I save room for argument of where on the vocal list The Queen lands but there is no debate on the entertainment list. There is no better entertainer, and I will not argue this point. Your Majesty puts on one hell of a concert.  

My favorite album, The Lion King: The Gift would become the sound track of my life as soon as it was released, and in a time that I needed it.

Rooted in afro beats, black unity, self and community love, The Gift, the visual album,  was so powerful and I vowed this would become my mood forever. I had just had my second child and everything about this album spoke to me, my soul, my spirit, my fight for myself and my family. It became the theme album to the life I was striving for and so determined to cultivate.

The album reminded me that life is bigger than just me; my life is my own, but it is not just for me.  This album reminded me of my feminine presence, power, and sensuality. It reminded me of the strength, pain, and vulnerability of the black man. Our families and communities are everything. We must find our way back to one another; reclaim our time and place and that is best done together.

This tour, this concert was a celebration of that discovery. I have been working on my confidence and self-expression (just a few). This was a safe space to assert that. There was nothing too revealing or over the top. This was an invitation to come as you are and wished to be….Cozy!  

My sisters and I left still owing The Queen! As the saying goes, The Queen left no crumbs! To see a 42-year-old black, married, mother of 3 . A Texan woman command the stage and an audience of at least 40-50K people was relatable. No, I do not have The Queen’s gifts and talents. But, I too am a 42-year-old black, married, Texas mother who has been searching and slowly discovering my own groove.

We all have what we need inside of us to command and take charge of our lives. We have our own gifts and talents to reach others, to be a blessing to others. Every second of this black parade was entertaining. The only thing it promised to be.  But, I found it also motivating and encouraging! Round of Applause!!!  

I have the honor to remain, Your Majesty’s most humble and obedient subject, 

Dr. Adrian Webster 

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