Lady Gaga Was Showered With Handmade Crap in Denver, and It Was Beautiful
If there is one thing Lady Gaga fans love to do, it's throw shit at her. Last night at the Pepsi Center, I watched as jackets, vests, bras, bouquets of flowers, unicorn heads and letters of adoration littered the stage over the course of less than two hours. But here's the thing about this shit-throwing: Gaga loves it.
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Throughout the show, the pop star picked up and wore leather jackets painted with her naked likeness, jean jackets with "born this way" -- related proclamations on the back and even a flannel. She performed adorned in these creations, as if to show her fans that she cared as much about them as they did for her -- and to a non-Little Monster like me, it came off as a genuine gesture of affection.
Before Gaga appeared, Baby Metal and Lady Starlight were tasked with entertaining the crowd, whichI think is difficult for any opener on a tour this size. Consisting of three pop singers/dancers backed by a masked death metal band, Baby Metal does a lot of jumping around and making cute motions with their hands while singing in Japanese over stylistically juxtaposing music. It is very one-trick pony-ish.
Baby Metal is the kind of performance that I can see a photo of on the Internet and be good with never seeing again -- the novelty of children or juvenile-looking women doing a grown-up thing just doesn't translate to me. Also, maybe this crowd has never seen a metal band before? That might be the novelty.
Next was Lady Starlight, who bounced out onstage in a sassy librarian ensemble and positioned herself at a sampler station. If there is one thing that is boring to watch, it is a DJ enjoying their own music while no one else is dancing. Poor Lady Starlight had a hard time getting anyone to move. Plus, her music was played at a considerably lower volume than the house music between sets. This only made it easier for the woman behind me's "get of the stage, bitch! You suck!" jeers to reach the wider audience.
After what felt like too long of a Lady Starlight set, there was an even longer break until the big show. The hashtag "#artRAVE" was flashed on the big screens obsessively during the break. It was very clear that all of our social networking was to have this hashtag attached. It made me pine for the '90s and a time when social media wasn't our job as an audience at a show.
The Little Monsters were restless. Finally, the glittery curtain dropped and a curvy, white phallic and vagina-ish '80s futuristic landscape appeared and Gaga's dancers flooded the stage in pastel Ice Capades-reminiscent uniforms. Then there was Gaga in her first costume, a Party Monster-like Klub Kid throwback complete with dread falls and furry leg warmers. Though the raver theme felt a little tacky, it didn't matter. Lady Gaga could have been wearing a brown paper bag and the show still would have been amazing -- she is just really, really fucking good.