While our lives continued going on, Madonna was entering like a pen on the score writing new notes, changing the rhythm and melodie of everyone. Even if you didn’t like it and you wanted to continue your stable timing, she was there unrequested and fabulous.
Besides Allegretto, Andante, Largo, etc, words put together on a pentagram don’t make sense.
But who cares?
On this note, a very random poem has been written using the setlist of Madonna’s Celebration Tour as keywords for thoughts and associations. To celebrate Madonna not as the queen of pop or the most female-selling artist, but instead, it celebrates how her music is part of our daily life. As Pierre Zaoui says: “The paradox of the very notion of popularity is a clear sign of it: ‘popular’ is only those who have left the people forever.”
Celebration? The fall has arrived, the sunset sets at 3 pm, another conflict has started, the inflation is constantly growing, and I can’t afford Bio-company anymore. Nothing Really Matters, but Britney is free and is shading everyone.
Everybody is questioning their life, between demos and dancing in Berghain. Into the Groove of bathroom stalls, where souls are Burning Up on the bits of Macarena remixed in all sauces, paired with sweaty powders like parmigiano on a screen plate.
Open Your Heart is what everyone is begging in the streets. The Holidays are coming – the snow will not cover our guilt once again.
In This Life, we should give everyone the possibility to Live to Tell their story. Like a Prayer, back then in my childhood, I used to imagine angels and devils fighting between the aisles of a church as in Milton’s Lost Paradise – now only the smell of incense remains.
Blond Ambition, the drama has come – it’s time to dye your hair. Your eyebrows are waiting too. Winking will look more effective when I’ll see the glips of your eyes enlightened by a porn movie in Ficken 3000. Wait! I hear Erotica on the dancefloor! You Thrill Me even tho the spill of your piss went on my kilt while you were staring at me in the reflection of a cheap IKEA mirror toilet. – take a breath – Do I have to Justify My Love? Is cruising less powerful than monogamy? I have a Fever, headache, and coughing, is it COVID or just a hangover? This sore throat is annoying.. I should check my STDs.
Hung Up. Its Sunday. Start cleaning your apartment with the ABBA’s greatest hits and you will thank me forever. Am I a Bad Girl? More a good boy. As some daddies call me, at least.
Is Voguing cultural appropriation or it is just Italians speaking with their hands? It’s our Human Nature. Coffee, good food, fascism, bad memory and a good armpit smell. “I’m Crazy for You”. I know honey. The Beast Within shows up whenever you hear me moaning in my mother tongue. Does remind you of the Roman Empire? Die Another Day, please. I can’t deal with G-zombies anymore. Don’t Tell Me you just had 1.0 ml and then faint while you try to fuck me. It’s just sad. Your Mother and Father always thought I was a Little Star. cute right? quite problematic too. But I Will Survive this winter again. Maybe Listening no stop to La Isla Bonita will help a bit, that btw, it was simpled by Cristina D’avena for the theme song of the 2nd season of Sailor Moon. Such a queer reference I know! But don’t Cry for Me please, you versed enough tears and I can’t stand your puffy face anymore. Argentina is having fun anyway.
I Don’t Search I Find is my Virgo superpower. But this is a Bedtime Story for another time maybe.
I know we are the Lichtstrahl of the zodiac, like Beyoncè and Zendaya you know. Perfection is such a burden to bear. Rain is pouring outside. I always forgot the umbrella. Or I just lose it every damn time. Maybe one day I’ll visit this graveyard of forgotten umbrellas. As Ludovico Ariosto suggested, they might be all gathered on the Moon. Some I never used – I lost them brand new Like a Virgin.
(Gimme All Your Luvin’/B***h I’m Madonna – I can’t stand this song – sorry)
Musik. A noise that creeps through the cracks of our day. Chosen on Spotify or imposed by a stranger, is always present – like the holy spirit that didn’t ask for consent from Maria. (No wait, how was the story?) I lost track.
Madonna performs during opening night of The Celebration Tour at The O2 Arena on October 14, 2023 in London. (Photo by Kevin Mazur/WireImage for Live Nation)
The colossal 78 date tour, produced by Live Nation, will move across Europe before landing in Madonna’s adopted hometown of New York City in December to begin the North American leg. Madonna will pass in Berlin on Nov 28th and 29th.