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"What's the big deal about Madonna anyway?"
That's what my mother - my own flesh and blood! - asked
me during an otherwise innocuous dinner one recent visit.
My parents and I had been discussing my late-summer vacation
to Portugal and Morocco, the centerpiece of which was Madonna's
performance in Lisbon on September 13th.
My parents had trouble grasping why I would travel from
New York to the far-flung city to see "just a concert."
And I was speechless. How DO I explain my passion for Madonna?
What can I say that hasn?t already been said about the icon?
Is she that polarizing that some people just don't "get"
her at all?
Since being stymied at dinner without a well-spoken diatribe
on the merits of Madonna's career and the fascination thereof,
I have felt almost defensive about my growing fanhood. What
IS it about Madonna that enraptures us fans? That's what
I am and will be exploring, in my life and in this column.
To tell you the truth, I was a little late boarding the
Madonna bandwagon myself. Sure, I fondly remember her '80s
hits and basically grew up with her videos. (Full disclosure:
I'm on the brink of turning 30.) I owned Immaculate Collection
before it was "nostalgic" to do so and sat through
Dick Tracy somewhat surprisingly impressed
with Madonna?s performance. And I smiled politely when people
told me they were blown away by the Blond Ambition tour.
But I was totally put off by Madonna's brash persona throughout
the early '90s, arguably my most formative years. When friends
in college first started listening to Secret
off of Bedtime Stories, I cringed upon
learning that Ms. Ciccone was behind the admittedly catchy
tune. Not-so-fond memories of her foul-mouthed Letterman
appearance still rang in my head and images of her and Dennis
Rodman, in addition to the then-scandalizing Sex
book, reverberated in my brain.
Then I heard Take a Bow in the background
of the cliffhanger of Friends' first season. I went to Evita
with my arms folded - top Patti Lupone!, I grumbled - and
came out moved. Ray of Light dawned as
I waited tables to support myself through law school and
became our cozy cafe's official soundtrack. And then I started
reading about Madonna more in the media: yoga, Lourdes,
geishas ... I literally bumped into Carlos Leon in Central
Park while he was pushing a certain celebrity baby in a
stroller, and you would have thought by my reaction afterwards
that I'd have witnessed a miracle, I was that awed. By the
time the Beautiful Stranger remix blared
from the nightclub speakers in the summer of 1999, I couldn't
help but relent: You got me, Madge!
Lest you think I'm simply a latter-day Madonnaholic with
neither a sense of her history nor desire to stay fresh
in fanaticism, keep in mind I paid my dues. Besides amassing
and appreciating her albums and otherwise catching up on
the remarkable career, I saw her live in the Drowned
World Tour, snagged tickets for her most recent
Letterman appearance, and, most incredibly, made sure I
was front-and-center (or, more precisely, left of center-stage)
in order to be serenaded with Crazy For You,
in that VIP area of the Lisbon show. Still not convinced?
Okay, fine: Not only did I see Swept Away
on opening night, I had a letter published in Entertainment
Weekly that swatted off her harsh critics. (It wasn't a
great movie, folks, but it wasn't awful either.)
So that's where I am, evolving with Madonna, like you all,
waiting for her next move, mesmerized by the resilience
she displays, the talent she exudes, the marks on history
she is forever imprinting (from the jaw-dropping 1984
MTV Video Music Awards to ... the jaw-dropping
2003 MTV Video Music Awards.) Let's always
celebrate our favorite chameleon.
G-Lock
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