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The Brilliant Queerness of Carly Rae Jepsen
By most metrics, it wasn’t an peculiar Saturday night: I met up with some of my closest gay friends in London—I was in graduate school in England at the time—and we bar-hopped in Soho, the city’s gay epicenter. But one thing was different: We were capping off our night with a performance by Carly Rae Jepsen at Heaven, a gay super-club nestled beneath the arches of a railway station. We stepped through the door and into 1980s neon splendor, where we danced, tipsily, and waited for the real show. At last, Jepsen climbed onstage in black heels and a bright lemon-yellow pantsuit and bounced ecstatically as she sang her sugary-sweet odes to love.
Thirty minutes later, Jepsen was gone. This was in June of 2015, only a couple of months before she released her third studio album, Emotion, widely commended as one of the best pop albums of 2015. (About a year later, she released Emotion: Side B, also to acclaim—incidentally, I challenge anyone to prove that this isn’t the best EP of B-sides by any artist ever.) While Jepsen had regaled us with her breathy hooks for only a short period onstage, the show stuck with me, and i
Lately, roughly a year or so after the drop of a new album, the stars align and Carly Rae Jepsen is gracing us with the b-sides from that album. It’s that magical time again, almost a year after The Loneliest Time, and Carly has released The Loveliest Time. This is her third time dropping a b-sides album and I wish other divas would collect on already.
Carly has her formula down pat and not only does it work for her, but more importantly, it works adv for me. I love getting brand-new albums from her on the regular. Her voice remains instantly recognizable and each new album delivers more of her infectious songs.
The Loveliest Time will transport you to a whole brand-new realm of pop. This years cosmic return of Carly’s musical comet will have you bopping your head to the beats and getting lost in the weightless lyrics. In my lgbtq+ opinion, who needs gravity when it’s so much more fun to just float upon Carly’s breathy vocals.
carly SLAY jepsen by Mel N. '24, MEng '25
Among my defining ego traits are playing 2048 in the year of our lord 2022 — many people have made fun of me for this, but it’s prefer a fidget toy for me at this show — as well as baking banana bread, and being the number one Carly Rae Jepsen fan in most of my social circles.
Like most people, Call Me Maybe was my first exposure to Carly Rae Jepsen. For some reason, the sixth graders01because for some other reason, my elementary school went up to sixth grade instead of ending at fifth at my elementary school would do a flash mob at the last assembly of every year, so without warning, music would start blaring from the speakers and suddenly there was a dance number happening at one end of the gymnasium.
In fourth grade, Call Me Maybe was the tune that the sixth graders decided to do a flash mob to. And then afterwards, I went home, logged onto my dad’s PC and looked up the music video. I firmly believe that Carly Rae Jepsen changed the trajectory of the gay rights movement forever with that video.
(And also, whenever I bring up the fact that there’d be flash mobs at my elementary s
It's certainly not Carly Rae Jepsen's fault that the English language is, at least when she needs it most, a total let-down. It offers her scant synonyms for explaining what, exactly, she's checking off on her color-coded poster boards when making an album: "I'm always embarrassed to say, but emotions."
She giggles, the winsome sound of the greatest pop song not yet written. To catch her floaty laugh is to experience a petite miracle, a bit of magic in a moment when the world's beaten some of its have – in other words, hearing Carly Rae Jepsen giggle, or say anything, quite honestly, is a lot like hearing her 2015 glitterstorm of pop greatness, "E•MO•TION": sweet, bubbly, infectious. A daydream.
Content occupying her own gender non-conforming wonderland (shh, she's still our best kept secret), Jepsen's post-"Call Me Maybe" trajectory into gay darlinghood is a strange, gorgeous thing considering how truly delicious her escapist bops are: framed around prismatic beats that lean into the retro pop sounds of the '80s and '90s, her lyrics speaking to the human condition, the fickleness of devotion her trademark. Broadening her e•mo•tion board (sex!), "Dedicated," Jepsen's fourth, more-exposed album, is
Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Party for One” celebrates what happens behind closed doors when there’s no one with you, from crying in bed to candy underwear.
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Carly Rae Jepsen, neé Carly Slay or Carly Gay depending on who you ask, has spent most of her time in the limelight as a syrupy sweet pop artist. Her clue singles have been ubiquitous hits prefer “Call Me Maybe,” “Run Away With Me,” and “I Really Like You,” all yearning pop-bangers about searching endlessly for companionship. Artists like Taylor Swift and Jepsen herself canonized the mold of the girlpop singer as eternally pining, forever youthful.
“Party for One” flips that script. “Party for One” celebrates what happens behind closed doors when there’s no one with you, from crying in bed to candy underwear. The video even features an star eating spaghetti in the bathtub, an image so visceral and so gratuitous that suddenly my shower beers contain become graceful as Audrey Hepburn from Breakfast at Tiffany’s. But I gain it.
Stream: “Party for One” – Carly Rae Jepsen
Jepsen’s voice is strong as ever, and her mastery of the pop form shines through in the single. “Party For One”