Laid-back, funky, and unusually song-like for this album, 'Window Seat' is an ambivalent record of desires for privacy and attention that does not, on the surface, seem like an appropriate score to its guerilla-filmed counterpart. It's also hard to tell what this spectacle has to do with the song itself. The video frames her as both 'from here' (a regular woman walking among tourists) and 'other' or otherworldly (stripping, dying, rising from the dead). First, Dallas is Badu's home as well as the site of a national tragedy she both honors and scandalously appropriates. While my purpose here is to interpret 'Window Seat,' let me first take a moment to state what may be obvious: this is a confounding work. She smiles at the camera and walks out of its frame. When it returns to Badu, she is standing and wearing a long beaded wig that covers her body. To evolve.' 2 During this voiceover, the camera pans up to the American flag waving in the blue sky.

A single personal event or circumstance can move one to change. They move in packs, ingesting more and more fear with every act of hate on one another. Blood-like ink spills from Badu's head to form the word 'groupthink,' and Badu's voiceover drives home the contrast between 'groupthink' and the term 'evolved,' which the viewer has now had occasion to see tattooed on Badu's bare back: 'They play it safe, are quick to assassinate what they do not understand. 1 Once Badu's simulated death has fulfilled the analogy, the video abandons its realist conceit. The video begins with a radio announcer's description of Kennedy's motorcade, recorded moments before the President was shot, and grainy footage of Badu driving up to the Plaza in a 1965 Lincoln Continental. Filmed in one take, 'guerilla style,' this event became Badu's soon-to-be-infamous video for 'Window Seat,' the lead single from her album, New AmErykah Part Two. When she arrived, nude, at the approximate site of Kennedy's attack, a gunshot rang out and she collapsed as if struck in the back of the head. Rarely meeting the eyes of the people she passed-groups of adolescents, men and women, parents with children-Badu sequentially removed her sunglasses, coat, hooded sweatshirt, shirt, pants, bra, and underwear. On the afternoon of March 13, 2010, neo-soul singer Erykah Badu walked though Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas, the site of John F.

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