Lady Gaga
This is my first time at a Lady Gaga ‘ball’ and I’m not
really sure to expect. Two hours later I’m still rather flummoxed.
Things start off much as anticipated. A vast pink curtain is
pulled down to reveal a set that looks like a Peruvian adobe village fashioned
out of sugar lumps. There are runways and catwalks under which the die-hard
standing portion of the audience congregate.
Gaga has a tight but unspectacular five piece band and a
solid troupe of dancers who strut their stuff in a succession of pastel
costumes that are often adorned with random geometric shapes. They are
professional and competent, but they are individually anonymous and do not pull
focus from the star.
Lady Gaga herself first appears in a costume that looks to
have been at least partly fashioned from a giant furry crab. As might be
expected, Gaga is never one to shy away from a costume on the grounds of
unsuitability or discomfort. Her most outlandish effort tonight is a Dalmatian-spotted
creation that looks like a melted octopus. She teeters around and sings ‘Paparazzi’
and it’s all suitably odd and enjoyable.
Gaga has a powerful and technically perfect voice.
Throughout the show she constantly reiterates that she sings live and plays her
own instruments. No-one would suggest otherwise, but it appears to be an
accusation that rankles.
Tonight’s extravaganza is to promote her most recent ‘Artpop’
album and the theme is #Artrave. This laudable concept intends to foster the
idea that anyone can be an artist, and that if others don’t like it, do it
anyway.
The slight problem is that the current album has its
moments, but is nowhere near as strong in depth as Gaga’s previous works. Songs
like ‘Aurora’, ‘G.U.Y’ and ‘Venus’ are fine in themselves, but they don’t
compare to the likes of ‘Poker Face’ or ‘Americano’. When these older songs are effectively tossed
away in medleys it seems a waste.
However, the performing of songs is possibly not the main
reason why people are here nor the most important part of the show. Gaga has a
connection with her audience, her ‘Little Monsters’ that is somewhere between
den mother, agony aunt and best friend.
At all times this evening, if Gaga stops still for a moment
she is pelted with notes, messages, items of clothing and general votive
offerings. She takes a lot of time to read these out and give advice, put on
the jackets etc and to offer counselling.
There is a lengthy, but very touching interlude when Gaga
ministers to a fan who is struggling with issues surrounding a bi-polar
disorder. Gaga gets her onstage, comforts her and allows her to sit alongside
her as she performs a piano ballad version of ‘Born This Way’. While there is
no doubt that time has been built into the show for something like this to
happen, there is equally no doubt that this is a genuine gesture of affection
and solicitude.
The crowd love Gaga and she loves them back. It doesn’t
matter that the rhythm of the show is very haphazard or that things seem kind
of subdued.
Things are so laid back that once she and the band perform
the song ‘Swine’ and disappear, there is a hiatus where everyone just sits
before the house lights come up and it becomes clear that if there is going to
be an encore we might have to wait a while. Most of the crowd get up and leave
at this point, myself included.
It’s been a very interesting evening. I come away feeling
slightly short changed by the show, but with a much greater appreciation and
respect for Lady Gaga the person.
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