I’ve told this story a bit, mentioned it in passing more than a few times, you see we were in Auckland for a Pixies concert and I chanced my arm for some freebies to Lady Gaga the following night. On a whim. The idea was simply to take in that sort of show – it had been a while since I’d seen a top-of-their-game “pop-star” show/circus and I was keen to check it out. I reviewed the show – and you know what, I pretty much liked the show. Some of it left a slight bad taste in my mouth – you can call me a prude if you like. But I was concerned that she didn’t really correctly address the market that she (and her marketing peeps) had strung along across singles and videos…there were these little kids there as Ms Gaga was swearing and covering her face in fake-blood and such. And there were a few parents that looked a bit appalled.
Anyway, I was not a parent. I was just there to watch and listen. And shit it was a terrific show. She played all her hits. Some of them I didn’t even know. And that didn’t – at all – matter.
It didn’t make me a fan of Gaga in any real way – I haven’t ever listened to one of her albums, the show certainly didn’t make me want to give her any more chance than I already have not. But as a standalone – a piece of silly make-believe that was one part Jem and the Holograms, one part Rocky Horror, it was fantastic. A really great show. Made up for the Pixies being pretty fucking awful.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.