Confession: The Beyoncé concert I attended this past summer was pretty good but not, as Oprah described it, “the most extraordinary thing I’ve ever seen.” Naturally, the expectations are high for any show by the most spectacular artist of my lifetime. Beyoncé’s previous solo arena tour, in 2016, made for a peak concertgoing experience: Even from the nosebleeds, she seemed huge, and impossibly important. I felt like I was watching the Statue of Liberty come alive, declare herself empress of Earth, and twerk. Sitting in equally remote seats to see her in New Jersey this past July, I squinted to make out the action. Beyoncé seemed like just another body on a stage of performers and gadgets. The best part of the set list was its middle section, a megamix of bangers that made everyone watching it wiggle so freely that my eye couldn’t help but wander from the performance to the people around me. The party vibe was great fun, but I did not leave the show with the classic Beyoncé feeling of having …