Reinvention!
I finally went to see a Madonna concert!
I’ve never really cared to keep up much with popular music, but I do remember the summer of ‘89, when Like a Prayer was playing on the radio. I loved it! As I learned more about this provocative singer who irritated the straitlaced, I liked what I saw and what I heard. “One day,” I promised myself, “I will see her in concert.”
I tried to get tickets to the Drowned World Tour in 2001, but I couldn’t get through to TicketMaster on the phone nor on the web. And boy, did I try.
This year, though, when I heard she was touring again, I was able to snag tickets. My first rock concert, ever! (Yes, I’ve had a sheltered life.)
I have to say, it was fun. I’d never been inside Madison Square Garden before, and Madonna did put on a wonderful show, with a bunch of her old and new hits and dazzling visuals that borrowed heavily from her recent Kabbalistic inclinations. I was in the middle of the floor section, which would normally mean a good seat, but I thought I was too far away to really see her clearly. I just saw a body dancing on the stage most of the time. What was nice was that at two points during the show a platform descended from the ceiling and hooked onto the stage, extending partway into the floor seating section, just over the audience’s heads. During those two numbers, she was pretty close to me. That was exciting, I will admit.
Nah, I’m not star struck. Well, maybe a little. I like her music and her shows, and I’ve always wanted to tell her “Thank you.”