
If Madonna ever tours again, I would pay 350 bucks for the front row seat and drag the biggest cynic down with me. For that woman really knows how to put on a show. In summary, I had uh hrm, a very choice seat (see pic) and could therefore not see anything on the gigantic screen on stage. Her back was facing my side most of the time. Even the OHP screen way up is inverted. But there isn't really a perfect seat, for if you sit right down there, you'll miss the dancers who are everywhere, and the pulsing lights and screens on the stage floor. There really are too many things to look at. The techinal setup was brilliant-- trapdoors everywhere, the band on movable floats, a huge curtain screen that rises and falls, disco balls in the rafters, a gigantic hydraulic turntable, great lighting. She made it a disco for 2 hours. She didn't talk that much throughout; about 20 sentences tops. Trent was there; I wish I had spotted him. End of summary, but I know you want a blow by blow account..
1140: The art of leaving a class. It's hard to decide the right time to leave a lecture, especially one where there are only 20 people altogether. Not too soon, and not too fast, just inconspicuous enough to look like you're going to the bathroom.
Nah, actually most lecturers don't really care.
1215: Another long bus ride to new york. Gawd. I wish I were studying there. Or even in berkeley.
1915: The Penn station is a huge mess. I'm trying to figure out the way to madison square garden. It's good to know that they are buiding a new station on the next block. [Actually they are going to move the garden too. Which just doesn't make sense, considering how the current one destroyed the formerly great penn station, and now they want to repeat history? yadayadayada you don't really want to hear about all that..]
2000: Only about half the arena is filled, maybe because of the rain outside, or maybe because everyone knows she's going to show up late. People below me said she came on at 930pm the previous night. I'm so going to miss the bus at 11. Dang the people beside me look like skanks.
2030: The crowd is clapping and cheering for no reason.
2045: Sometime after, the lights dimmed, the show started. Future Lovers is worth the ticket price alone. The protracted wait after the disco ball descends, the roar of the audience when it splits open like an atom, the dancers prancing around like horses, her hot equestrian costume, her slamming her whips on the floor, pulling the harness of her dancer, the sample of 'I feel love', the smug look on her face when she sits down..