The original queen of pop on aging, inspiration and why she refuses to cede control. Madonna peering through a photograph of herself by Steven Meisel. By Vanessa Grigoriadis.
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Image by Sam Taylor. Who the fuck does Madonna think she is, having fun at — urgh — 56? What a massive cunt.
This week, thousands of Madonna fans have been dragging their hungover and underslept carcasses into their cubicles after staying up all night at her show. Some of them also accused her of adding a whole lot of vodka to the blood of virgins she drinks backstage, because they say she seemed drunk during her show. Madge denied that. Madge played Nashville, TN on Monday night and she kept her fans waiting for 2 hours and I guess not all of them were mad at her for that, because one proposed to her.
Naturally, I saw her earlier this month when she became the first female performer to headline at Yankee Stadium. A few days later, I put on my new concert t-shirt and went to the gym for a hip-hop cardio class taught by a guy who has followed Madonna as long as I have. He excitedly asked me about the show.
By GlowwormAugust 16, in The Corner. Over to you Neil. When she first came on the scene my arm ached for fucking weeks,I'm not sure how much of the original is left now but I'd lend it one.
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I used to be comforted by the Madonna narrative. The one detailing her rags to riches story of rising to slow but surefire fame first locally in New York, then globally as a result of the NY stamp of approval. The one that fortified the folkloric notion that you could arrive in Times Square with thirty-five dollars in your pocket and, within the span of four-ish years, become famous. Going both in favor and against it at the time when she arrived in New York inthere was not a wealth of females lined up at the door to become frontwomen, least of all pop stars, still a thing not invented until Madonna came along to define it.
Madonna is canceled. Madonna has already taken up too much of my time and emotional energy. I used to rant about her being a cultural scourge, a terrible role model responsible for every subsequent blonde sexpot who made a career out of hardly being able to sing.