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Quickly now, quietly — make some noise
8/5/25 07:10 amTomorrow, Lady Gaga.
I’ll write about it now even though then it was the next day, and I was full of anticipation. I was alone in the house, in charge of my own transportation and coming home to quiet, and she was — incredible.
There was a festival atmosphere, so many people dressed to impress and entreat, joyful and excited and uncertain and performers on stilts and wrapped head to toe in broken glass. It was so warm but the breeze was lively and I was so excited!
(Tickets were so expensive, I was determined to make the best no matter what, but in the end, it was easy to just enjoy)
There were bracelet lights, familiar and yet so few people seemed to understand what they were for, at least near me? Drinking is allowed in that venue, but I can’t imagine being in surrounded by so many strangers breathing and not wearing a mask anymore. I wasn’t alone, but as always, I am a minority in this aspect of my daily life.
They were chatty and singing along and her performance was beautiful and grotesque and everything you’d want from a person who claims monsterhood for herself and her fans. (We are all little monsters)
I don’t love her the way so many other people do, but I loved the show. I loved that I knew almost all the songs, I loved the visuals and the dancing and the motifs. I loved that she exhorted us to put our hands in the air, letting the lights flash and showing how many people there were. The arena was full of people and energy and so, so much joy.
I went home exhilarated and exhausted, and cuddled my cat.
I’ll write about it now even though then it was the next day, and I was full of anticipation. I was alone in the house, in charge of my own transportation and coming home to quiet, and she was — incredible.
There was a festival atmosphere, so many people dressed to impress and entreat, joyful and excited and uncertain and performers on stilts and wrapped head to toe in broken glass. It was so warm but the breeze was lively and I was so excited!
(Tickets were so expensive, I was determined to make the best no matter what, but in the end, it was easy to just enjoy)
There were bracelet lights, familiar and yet so few people seemed to understand what they were for, at least near me? Drinking is allowed in that venue, but I can’t imagine being in surrounded by so many strangers breathing and not wearing a mask anymore. I wasn’t alone, but as always, I am a minority in this aspect of my daily life.
They were chatty and singing along and her performance was beautiful and grotesque and everything you’d want from a person who claims monsterhood for herself and her fans. (We are all little monsters)
I don’t love her the way so many other people do, but I loved the show. I loved that I knew almost all the songs, I loved the visuals and the dancing and the motifs. I loved that she exhorted us to put our hands in the air, letting the lights flash and showing how many people there were. The arena was full of people and energy and so, so much joy.
I went home exhilarated and exhausted, and cuddled my cat.
