Mike creatively calls my concert-going obsession, which strangely picks up during the summer months, my summer concert series. Lady Gaga marks the end of the best season yet; here's why...
I knew I was really in love with Lady Gaga when I thought I should take up running and needed some music that would keep me going through each mile. Just Dance and Bad Romance are on my run playlist and helped me get through my first race, the Twins 4K, at the beginning of the month.
For those of you paying attention, I should tell you that it is not common for me to catch back-to-back concerts on school nights, but for Lady Gaga, I'll definitely make exceptions. This is a night I had been waiting for since March when we caught Black Eyed Peas in concert with some friends and learned that she would be coming to town. Our friends were game to go together and tickets were subsequently purchased. Okay, I guess I should clarify... my girlfriend and I decided we should go and our husbands didn't completely negate the idea.
We were off to a rocky start when, a few days before the concert, I learned that although Jason Derulo was touring with Lady Gaga earlier in the year, he was now too big to be an opening act, and we were going to be blessed with Semi Precious Weapons instead. Big bummer since I actually somewhat justified the ridiculous ticket price for the nose-bleeds thinking that I was getting 2 shows I'd like to see for my money. Putting all of that aside, we arrived in time for SPW to start.
There isn't much to tell you about SPW other than they are terrible. If you are interested in watching a guy jump around, change clothes on stage - down to less underwear than I wear, and ask you repeatedly if you want to have his baby, you should consider finding these guys in the basement of a very sketchy club in NYC where I am sure they hang out hoping they will someday be able to "bring back rock and roll" like they keep telling you they are going to do. Best of luck to you.
Finally, it's time for Gaga. She starts off with a few of the radio hits and you figure out quickly that this is going to be as much like watching a freaky musical as it is a concert. Between the costume and set changes, an interesting story develops of how Gaga and her friends are trying to make it to the Monster Ball, despite being "dropped off" - by car, subway and tornado - in sketchy places. The people-watching around us is just about as entertaining as the show. There are quite a few moms/daughters of all ages dressed up to match the artist. The soda/beer can hairdos are my favorite. Gaga spends time between songs itching her nose and playing with her hair (interpret as you wish), telling her "Monsters" how much she loves them (and to put their paws up, which cracks me up) and making call outs to her sponsor. The show takes on a bit of a cult like undertone with Gaga covered in faux blood, praying to a statue that shoots sparks from it's wings and playing in a bloody fountain. Despite all of this, I can't take my eyes or ears off this show and leave more than satisfied I got my money's worth...
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