by Barry Walters
That night, Grace Jones sang “I Need a Man” just like a man might—tough and lusty, she was a woman who was not just singing to them, but also for them, as them. She was as queer as a relatively straight person could get. Her image celebrated blackness and subverted gender norms; she presented something we had never seen before in pop performance—a woman who was lithe, sexy, and hyperfeminine while also exuding a ribald, butch swagger. In ’79, Ebony got her je ne sais quoi exactly right: “Grace Jones is a question mark followed by an exclamation point.”
Even now, her transgressive charisma remains bold. She still feels outré.
via As Much As I Can, As Black As I Am: The Queer History of Grace Jones | Pitchfork.
Note: Read every delicious word of this if you care anything at all about Grace Jones or history. It is a loving tribute from one person’s perspective to give much needed context to a trail-blazing tour de force artist who with this weekend’s AfroPunk perfomance showed that even at 67 she is still a force to be reckoned with. There will never ever be another performer like Grace Jones and this little background into how her music came to be, distills the essence of that. My hat is off to Barry Walters!
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