And here’s Dye Another Day with his real-time report from Madonna’s sixth and final night in New York City.

“We had a very, very New York crowd — so fashionably late, I though I had the wrong night!

This was the most sold-out show I’ve ever seen. There were NO tickets — I think a lot of people might have thought that this was the HBO taping.

Also, word of mouth on the show was phenomenal — she was smart to let word get out about how good the show was and then come back.

I think I was like the 10th person in the door. I kind of startled the ushers when I walked in. I gave the high five to the bodyguard I’m in love with (right Matt?) and said hi to my favorite ushers.

The only person on the floor was Stuart Price. He was on his phone. I didn’t want to interrupt him, but I didn’t want to break my record for being the biggest starfucking groupie in the world, so I just mouthed “y-o-u-r-e s-o w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l.”

He’s very charming. He laughed, shook my hand, said Thanks! Gave me a big smile. As if I’m the first person to ever do this. Of course, it should not come as a surprise that Madonna should surround herself with beautiful people.

“The Twins” were there with a large entourage. I was surprised to see that they weren’t in costume as late as 7:45! I thought for sure they’d be backstage.

But they were mingling about with scads of people. David Copperfield stumbled in around 8 o’clock. He looks like he’s 175 and was with a girl who looked EXACTLY like Claudia Schiffer.

The lights went out right before nine o’clock.

I’d say Madonna had a good, loud crowd tonight. They erupted at the sight of the Steven Klein video, which shook the room. The music, the lighting, the sound effects… it’s all so detailed. It always feels like the first time I’ve seen it, every time.

This multi-faceted, multi-dimensional person seemed to be in a serious mood tonight. I was wondering if she wasn’t COMPLETELY exhausted after last night’s firestorm of a performance.

The first act was pretty much business as usual. They had huge problems with people rushing the stage — both of them. The guards were taking it very seriously tonight and hauling off people left and right.

It was sort of distracting at first. But I got over it.

I was in Row N on the “Like a Virgin” side — I looked up at her and continue to be amazed at how giving she is. I’ve seen her up close many times now, and she seems so genuinely engaged with the people who are simply floored by her presence on the merry-go-round. It’s an adult audience tonight, and she set that pole dance on fire — GLARING into the crowd, teasing them, giving them huge smiles.. like a little girl performing for the first time. I can’t imagine ever getting tired of watching her do this.

The second act started out in a very serious mood. Stuart brought out moods in “Live to Tell” that were really haunting, and she seemed very powerful during “Forbidden Love.”

I wasn’t surprised that this sophisticated crowd was really receptive to “Isaac.” I was really taken with this performance the minute I saw it. After her dance routine during it, she struck a very serious pose. I could see her face in the shadows. A huge, thunderous applause eruped DURING the song, the moment she struck this pose — I could see that she couldn’t keep a straight face. God, she just LIVES for the applause. Her little determined face broke out in a smile, and the energy of the whole night completely changed right at that moment.

She broke into a seriously feisty “Sorry” at that point — and poined at her crotch for a prolonged period before dashing out onto the catwalk, where there were more howls from zealous fans.

“A lot people can talk the talk,” she tells the crowd, “But how many people can walk the walk? I can!”

She stuts out to the runway, and deliciously strips off her leather jacket. Multi-show fans are already jammed against the runway, while newer audience members gasp as Madonna trots out to the center catwalk, where her stool is waiting.

She tosses her hair around, and delivers a nice, sexy “Like it Or Not” to her thrilled audience.

She returns for “I Love New York.” As it’s wrapping up, Madonna launches into a prolonged guitar solo tonight. Monte is right there, holding on to the moment, allowing Madonna to go on as long as she likes. Stuart is really enjoying this, giving her a big smile, and Nicki and Donna are behind Madonna cheering her on. I’ve seen this song before, obviously, and tonight — the last time she would perform it New York (for now) — was really the ultimate.

She seemed to be tingling when it was over — sort of wiped out, sort of energized. “That’s RIGHT Motherfuckahs!!! I LOVE New York. I LOVE it.” The crowd never stops cheering her at this point.

“Okay, I’m WAY more tired than you are! So I want everybody up out of their seats. Everybody jump up and down, now!”

This crowd loves “Ray of Light.” As Cloud as coming down the runway, I can see he’s just gone completely mad. His face literally never stops, even when he’s in darkness. He will stick his tongue out at ANYONE, and just never stops cutting up.

Madonna’s energy is ferocious tonight. She’s really exciting tonight, hard to predict. She’s fierce, less playful, but sexy, like an overactive child who can’t settle down.

Stuart takes off half of her top as he pulls off her jacket, and I thought she was going to lose it completely! She chuckles, then plays off the moment by doing an extremely elegant pirhouette across the stage. It was very funny. But that didn’t last long. She thrust her hand down her pants — but didn’t lick her fingers tonight. She just kept rubbing her underpants, as the crowd shrieked with delight.

She shot down the runway. Again, multi-show fans are ready with hats. I can see a few baseball caps and one guy DESPERATELY shoving a camouflage cap at her.

And then I saw it…

The cowboy hat.

And I’m SO fucking pissed that I couldn’t spot who handed it to her. But I’m positive it was Tony, because I saw him in that exact spot on a previous night.

(Oh, Tony practically had to be physically removed from Madiva before the show — the two of them were DEEPLY engaged in some sort of gabfest.)

Anyway, she grabs the hat and shoots out to the center stage. She tossed it into the astoished crowd.

Madonna is just ready to explode tonight. I can see the veins in her neck bulge out. She looks at the ceiling and cries out, explodes with rage and energy. She walks to the edge of the catwalk (I had gotten myself about four seats away from it by now) and shouts at the crowd, away from her mike, “I LOVE YOU!” I got chills. It’s rare to hear her voice in any way other than an electronic microphone, and she is just a force of nature tonight.

Oh, a boy named John caught the hat.

Amidst a deafening applause, Madonna staggers to the stage and settles down with her water.

I can’t get OVER how fabulous she looks! I mean, you’d think she’d look like Courtney Love on a bad day by this point, but she looks ready for a Vanity Fair shoot. Her hair falls perfectly into place, and she has barely even smudged her lip liner!

She sniffs into the air and says, “I smell weed.”

She looks down at the front rows and says, “Is somebody smoking POT? Are you STONED?”

YESSS! is the response. “All RIGHT!!!” she says. The crowd literally freaks out. It is amazing.

She continues, “You’re my FAVORITE front row bitches!”

INSTANTLY loud boos come from the other side. “Uh oh. Sorry. Are YOU my favorite front row bitches?!”

YEAH!!! they shout.

“Well, okay. I love you both. I love you ALL. Except, this is my last night in New York.”
Loud boos.

“I know. I don’t wanna leave. I’ll tell you what.

“Let’s stage a protest. I’ll never leave, how’s that?”

Loud cheers.

“I will never stop singing tonight. We will stay here all night. Let’s all lay down on the floor and refuse to leave after the concert.”

Loud cheers.

“Let’s not let them EVER have anything else at the Garden but me. No more basketball games. No more concerts by… OTHER pop stars.”

This was hilarious. A HUGE laughter erupted from the crowd. It was so genuinely funny. She’s so precious.

And without missing a beat, she delivered a stinging “Drowned World” in a flawless voice. And again, looks just gorgeous in the light for “Paradise.”

With the hump over, I can tell that this is turning out to be an amazing show.

The dancers shoot down the runway.

I have noticed that Mihran has picked up the move that Cloud had been entering with — although it’s nearly impossible to pull it off.

Mihran has modified it a bit and worked it into his routine. And Cloud has modified his entrance, which allows him to shine a bit more.

Cloud eats up attention — he’s just too much. I’m really stuck on him tonight, and he’s really wicked during “Music Inferno.” He’s demonic.

“Music Inferno” and “Erotica” are both superb. There isn’t a glitch in the whole show.

As they move into “La Isla,” I can see that Cloud is making faces at absolutely everyone, goofing off, cutting up. He catches Madonna’s attention, and she breaks into a laugh and she looks away from him immediately, and she seemed to avoid eye contact with him after that, because he’s making her laugh.

“La Isla Bonita” is a frenzy tonight, and Jason just knocks himself out during his routine, sweat flying off his body.

“Lucky Star” is a delight, especially for what seems to be a slighly older, but very New York crowd. For “Hung Up,” Madonna has developed the sing-along into a contest (which I first saw her do on July 1, but she’s developed it nicely.

At the center catwalk, she gives her boombox a good humping. She scans the catwalk to see if there’s anyone she’s missed during the evening. I am just bowled over at how much she cares, how willing she is to give each person against the catwalk individual attention. Satisfied that she has given everyone the night of their lives, she trots to the main stage. Not ever even glancing at Cloud, who is sticking his tongue out at the front rows. She strikes that ultra-glam pose and begins to leave the arena.

She’s leaving my vision.

Her feet are gone.

Her legs are gone.

Her hips are gone.

Her shoulders are gone.

Her chin is gone.

Her eyes are gone.

Her hair is gone.

Madonna is gone. Goodbye Girl. You gave me the most memorable two months of my entire life. Thank you thank you thank you thank you. You deserve everything you have, every ounce of happiness.

Much love to all of you for putting up with me.

Love, Steve.