Lady Gaga is one of those ground-breaking new artists who comes around only once in a blue moon. On Friday, The Gaga played a sold-out show at Madison Square Garden, where thousands of young Lady Gaga-esque creatures, whom, she herself calls “her little monsters,” showed up decked out like their idol in all manner of outfits, including latex cat suits, coke cans as hair accessories and of course, giant eyewear.
I am sure that you have heard her music, but just in case you have been living in a cave for the past two years The Gaga has set new rules for the electro-pop genre; instead of being the product, she’s in control, controlling everything from dances, lyrics, costumes, sets and even production herself. Which sometimes leaves her with very little money. She has taken what was out there, spun it on its head and lit it on fire with hairspray (much like her early performance acts in downtown New York). She is an inspiration to my generation.
Coming from the Upper West Side, she is a true New Yorker ,but always felt as if she didn’t belong; she was considered (and considers herself still) a freak when she was in high school. Obsessed with the likes of David Bowie and things over-glam that drove her to her crazy coke infested days of being a performance artist. Since then she has gone on to write songs for The Pussy Cat Dolls and Britney, but it was Just Dance that put her on her galactic path, releasing The Fame, The Fame Monster, and now set to release her third album in December – as well as touring straight through ’til next year. It is safe to say this girl doesn’t stop.
Prior to seeing The Gaga at The Garden, I’d seen her at an intimate concert at The O2 arena in London. Just in case you didn’t get my sarcasm, the O2 is huge, much bigger than The Garden and when you buy the cheap tickets you really do have the cheap seats. The Gaga was, from our seats, even smaller than my little finger, however this did not in any way dampen the experience. She is a true performer and commands your full attention, even from that distance. We had an amazing night that night, but on Friday it was something else entirely.
We were in the pit, standing below the runway set up for The Gaga to “walk, walk, fashion baby.” Being that close just made it all the more incredible. The show was similar to that which I saw in London, just with her new song thrown in there, but her energy was much more evident; maybe due to being so much closer I was able to witness it properly or due to the fact that she feels more comfortable in her hometown. Either way, The Gaga dominated that stage and my favourite part was when she played the piano with her seven-inch stiletto, showing us all her ass in a G-string, true gaga style. She opened the show with Dance in The Dark and ended with Bad Romance; everything else in between was out of this world. The costumes were over the top, but not in any way over clothed, as the skimpier the better seemed to be a running theme throughout.