All of it was there! Of course, there’s Mirwaïs, her long-term producer who she hooked up with again. But also back in the game were the typical lyrics and songwriting: sometimes slightly cringy, but mostly empowering, empathic and thoughtful. I could tell that she was doing what she felt like doing (again). The fact that the album could actually have done with three or four songs less, to add to its cohesiveness, didn’t temper my enthusiasm. So when I heard the news that she was doing a theater tour in small venues I decided to book a (pretty pricey) ticket for a show in Paris. I felt that the happiness for my recovered sympathy for her justified this bold purchase.
So there I found myself all alone, somewhere late February at Le Grand Rex in Paris, surrounded by another 1499 rather distant acting gays and friends. No social media to kill the time because you had to put your phone in a sealed bag that could only be opened outside of the venue, in order for the fans to fully enjoy the experience of the show. I was pretty excited, yet a little anxious for what was to come because the tour hadn’t been exactly a carefree one up till now. Residencies in ten cities in eight months, fifteen (out of 93) cancelled concerts, two to three-hour delays on show times, downsized shows, technical problems, and a stubborn Madonna, who had been suffering from a knee injury (but didn’t feel like giving in). It left her with lots of disappointed fans, and a couple of lawsuits.
But I got lucky. No cancellation, no downsized show and “only” an hour delay. And damn, what a brilliant evening it turned out to be.