Madge, Why Have I Forsaken You?

I'm in a particularly foul mood right now, so perhaps writing a pseudo-review on last night's concert is a bad idea. Don't get me wrong, it was a stunning show (as always), but I wasn't able to get super-duper extremely, uncontained excited! Am I becoming jaded in my old age? What is it? Does anyone have the answer? I'd sure like to know. Of course when she made her first appearance, I was elated, moist-eyed and overwhelmed, but as the show went on, I lost some (a good deal) of that adrenaline rush. It would resurface now and then, like for "Lucky Star", "Erotica" and her John Travolta-disco version of "Music". It was a fabulous show. Maybe it was the fact that we had second row seats for her previous "Reinvention Tour", and were now quite a distance away from her tight ass and blinking eyes. Is that it?

Things to discuss; we saw very little of Donna (her backup singer since '87), Madge's hair was super long; it looked fabulous, her parents were in attendance last night, the two queens behind us wouldn't shut the fuck up (even when Madonna did "Live to Tell"; you know what? I'm glad to be here to, but the point is to hear her sing and to hear her band play!; they also felt the need to do pseudo-runway modeling during several numbers--thanks for making the queens look even more ridiculous and stereotypical), I'm certain we were in the row cordoned off for drunks and folks with small bladder issues (I can't count the number of times that the idiots in our row had to make us step aside so they could get by; did you fuckers come here to see Madge, or to drink yourselves into a pissing-your-pants stupor?), some idiot behind us decided to smoke a cigarette, we ran into our next door neighbor at the show (small world) and we met up with friends Tina and Charity (we had better seats than them--nanner, nanner).

Is it just age and maturity that has led me astray from my Madonna fan duties? Had I seen this show when I was 17, I feel certain I would have been bawling all the way through; not knowing how I would ever leave the stadium and Madonna's glowing stage presence. Last night, I was happy to leave the crowded stadium, knowing that I had just seen one of my heroes; but today I was at work, thinking about everyday things; not dwelling on the fact that a few hours before, I had seen Madonna performing live and had been sharing the same air as her. Perhaps it's the fact that I have now seen her three times live?

I'm gonna shut the fuck up now, and chalk it up to a loss of "fan"atical behavior cuz I'm more worried about my ever growing supply of grey hair and always expanding gut. But, I guess I got out of it what she would want me to get out of it; a couple of hours of escape from the aging process and the worries of my daily life. So, mission accomplished, Madge. I guess I haven't completely forsaken you; cuz I know how much you used to mean to me, and how much you apparently still do.