I need to blame this post on my mother. My mother, who is blase about music in general, and REALLY didn’t care for Madonna and REFUSED to allow me to go see her in 1985, when she was touring with the BEASTIE BOYS no less, so I sat at home, wistfully fingering my jelly bracelets and crying out my sorrows on the phone with my friend Julie. Who was in the exact same predicament.
Cruel, cruel mothers.
But to everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun.
And now, NOW, FINALLY. TONIGHT.
I will see Madonna in concert.
Of course, she had to enter into a nasty divorce like 5 seconds ago – like I really want to hear about how bad Guy Ritchie is in bed all night? NO! I want to hear Like A Virgin. I want to hear Holiday. I will even take Hung Up.
Please don’t ruin this for me, Madonna. It’s been 22 years in the making.