Category Archives: Madonna

Justifying My Madonna Love

In the age of social media where tweens run amok and everyone hides behind a fake name and filtered image, even the most durable and classic of pop stars have a hard time escaping the awfulness that comes from giving anonymous losers any sort of platform. That goes for this blog as well, so I’m not above admitting I’m occasionally part of the problem. The difference is that I don’t hide who I am – you got my name and face and body, and if you want any sort of respect you should reciprocate the honor. 

With that said, it seems a good moment to address all the Madonna-bashing that goes on when she does just about anything these days, and to remind myself, and anyone reading this, of how lucky we are to have such an icon still living her life and causing a commotion. Do I always agree with her? No. I never have. But I can do so in a thoughtful and respectful way. I find her Instagram-heavy focus of late cringe-worthy not because she’s too old to pose in such pictures, but rather because they seem to be detracting from her legacy of music and drama. Besides, anyone can be Insta-famous these days – Madonna was a star long before social media was even born, and remains so even in this age of social media madness. Madonna’s presence on Instagram, while mandatory these days, is almost a foot-note in her pop culture accomplishments. Still, it gets her points across, and currently that’s celebrating her body – a Madonna tradition that goes back to when she first bared her belly-button and writhed across the MTV Music Awards stage while crooning ‘Like A Virgin’

She did a stunning spread for V Magazine in which she and Steven Klein paid more homage to Marilyn Monroe, as seen in the accompanying photos. Yes, they’re airbrushed and edited to the point of caricature, but that’s partly been the point of Madonna since the beginning – she makes us wonder how much is real, how much is fluff, and how much really matters. She registers in an increasingly-chaotic and random universe where information and images are thrust so quickly and voluminously at us that it’s a wonder anything registers at all. To get anyone talking about you these days is a major accomplishment when you consider the trending topics on Twitter any given morning.

Madonna remains a master at this, and positing her body and image as exhibit A for four continuous decades, and not letting up anytime soon, is pretty damn impressive. Making some bold and courageous artistic statements along the way (and usually far ahead of their time) is what has cemented her status as artistic icon. Wrapping it all up with some indelible music has left us with a musical legacy and timeline filled with memories and history (and anyone having a rough day should simply consider one of her multiple greatest hits packages to immediately lift the mood). 

Your opinions of Madonna prove that she still matters – stop hating and start celebrating. 

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25 Years Ago: Madonna as ‘Evita’

It was twenty-five years ago today when the soundtrack to Madonna’s turn in ‘Evita’ was released, setting off the season of Madonna as Eva Peron, fully resurrecting her marquee dreams, and her most high-profile project since the ‘Sex/Erotica’ period. Rather than get into any deep analysis of that emotionally-fraught time, here’s a simple list of Madonna Timeline links for the selections that have been featured here already. 

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Dazzler of the Day: Madonna

She recently said that the most controversial thing she has ever done has been to simply stick around, and when you read any commentary on her from the past five years you’d be hard-pressed to argue against that. The vitriol and hate from an ageist stance is ridiculously plain to see. It’s rather infuriating as well, considering all that Madonna has accomplished. Why we are not celebrating this woman who is still an icon among the living is a complete mystery to me. And so we have this rather trite and cliched homage to her, as if being named Dazzler of the Day could ever capture what she has meant in my life, and in the lives of so many others. Still, let’s make it official, let’s make it formal, and let’s christen her as the Dazzler she’s been for four decades strong – and let’s do it by revisiting the seminal thing she does: making and mastering the perfect pop song. If you’ve ever enjoyed one of her masterpieces, you know the ultimate joy there is to be found in her music. See the following: Like A Prayer, Vogue, Express Yourself, Crazy For You, Deeper and Deeper, Live to Tell, Music, Rebel Heart, Like A Virgin, The Power of Goodbye, Papa Don’t Preach, Sooner or Later, Don’t Tell Me, Hung Up4 Minutes, Dress You Up, Rain, La Isla Bonita, Nothing Fails, Crave, Give it 2 Me, Ray of Light, Spotlight, You Must Love Me, Into the Groove, Open Your Heart, Frozen, You’ll See, True Blue, Secret, Material Girl, Cherish, Justify My Love, I Want You, I’ll Remember, Celebration, Masterpiece, Ghosttown, Dark Ballet, Lucky Star, Where’s the Party, Secret Garden, Survival, Take A Bow, Impressive Instant, Drowned World: Substitute for Love, Who’s That Girl… and the list goes on…

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An Erotic Anniversary

While yesterday was all about my husband Andy, it also marked the anniversary of Madonna’s ‘Erotica’ album – as much an influence on my youth as anything else, and so it merits this post, which will mostly be a linky look back at that heady time in my life. Shaded with the drama that typically accompanies October, and the drama that goes with simply being a senior in high school, the ‘Erotica’ album was about so much more than sex – even if sex was also a big part of it. 

Leading off with the title track, Madonna whispered huskily to us that Dita would be our mistress, and we fell in line to serve with gleeful and submissive abandon. There was so much more at work at the time, and this is one of those albums that likely means more to me than most because of how it accompanied a time period fraught with the danger of self-annihilation, depression, redemption, and growing into a version of myself no longer commandeered by parents or adults or peers. 

Madonna ushered in the most controversial period of her artistic life and gave me the inspiration to do likewise, unafraid and undeterred by a society that felt increasingly against the very person I was struggling to become. No one else was doing that in my life, and in many ways she was the lifeline that got me through that wilderness. As for the ‘Erotica’ album, let’s revisit the track list – much of which has already been chronicled in the Madonna Timeline, and worth a look back at today:

  1. Erotica
  2. Fever
  3. Bye Bye Baby
  4. Deeper and Deeper
  5. Where Life Begins
  6. Bad Girl
  7. Waiting
  8. Thief of Hearts
  9. Words
  10. Rain
  11. Why’s It So Hard
  12. In This Life
  13. Did You Do It?
  14. Secret Garden

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The Madonna Timeline: Song #166 – ‘Bitch I’m Loca’ ~ Summer 2019

{Note: The Madonna Timeline is an ongoing feature, where I put the iPod on shuffle and write a little anecdote on whatever was going on in my life when that Madonna song was released and/or came to prominence in my mind.}

Bitch, I’m loca (Y yo loco, loco)
Bésame la boca (¿Y tú qué me das?)
Bitch, me gusta (Y yo te provoco)
Mucho que me asusta (Por eso no te vas)

One of the weaker tracks from Madonna’s ‘Madame X’ opus, ‘Bitch I’m Loca’ is another duet with Maluma, who shone to far better effect on ‘Medellín. This one has a grittier edge to it, closer to the work they did for his own album at the time. I enjoy the rawness of it, I only wish it came with a slightly better melody, and a more creative title. (Didn’t she get all the bitches out of her system with the ‘Rebel Heart’ album?)

As for my own memories of this song, they aren’t strong and they aren’t many. Mostly because I skipped is every time it came on. The summer of ‘Madame X’ had more joys and enchantments to bother with than this filler track.

So nice to meet you, Mr. Safe
So nice to meet you, Mrs. Crazy
Where do you want me to put this?
Um, you can put it inside
Song #166 – ‘Bitch I’m Loca’ ~ Summer 2019

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Madonna: That Ass, That Attitude

Madonna is no stranger to ageist vitriol – she’s been on the receiving end of ageism, largely a by-product of sexism, since she turned 40, which was back in 1998. She’s 63 years young now, and still acting with the defiance and cheeky naughtiness of her 20’s – and why the fuck not? Who, if not Madonna, has earned the right to flounce in the face of silly social constructs and foolish antiquated mores? She forged that path herself, and looks to be continuing on her journey unabated, and undeterred by wimps and wannabes who can’t fathom a mature woman still exercising her sexuality, still wielding her power, still being unabashedly herself. 

The response to her recent almost-butt-baring opening salvo of the MTV Video Music Awards (at which she first flashed her ass in 1984) has once again put her in the spotlight, garnering hate and adoration in equal doses, which she’s done for most of the past four decades. It is a living testimony to how much she matters, even when she does little more than pose and walk off stage. Is that the effect someone of no significance has? Hardly. It’s a big deal because Madonna is still big deal. Her mere existence and relevance in our youth-obsessed culture says infinitely more than anything the powerless naysayers could speak about, and they can’t stand it. 

And so I offer another photo of her daring derriere, posed brilliantly before a men’s urinal, proving that nobody does it better than Madonna, and nobody ever will. Her reign continues… 

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She’s Still Madonna

With her penchant for questionable social media output over the last couple of years, and the unfortunate ‘Madame X‘ touring experience (no real fault of her own), the sparkle and shine of Madonna, once unassailable, seemed like they might be losing some of their luster. And then she opened last night’s Video Music Awards with a surprise appearance, reminding us all that for forty years she’s been hand in hand with MTV (more or less) and giving us what we wanted and needed and desired – and that little spark that she had when she first arrived on the scene was once again in full-effect. 

She filmed the Times Square intro a week or so ago, and there was electricity in the air – and as she walked out in her Madame X trench-coat, the magic was back. In fact, I don’t think it ever left – some of us have always been just a little slower to realize the genius and the power. She removed the coat in one swift move, and turned to show off her ample assets

This was the Madonna we met four decades ago – just as fun, just as cheeky, just as challenging – and it’s the Madonna I’ve always loved. With everything we have ever known, or thought we knew, in full fucked-up flux, she’s still Madonna – and thank God for that.

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The Anniversary of Madonna’s Arrival

It’s been more than a hot minute since we’ve celebrated Madonna on this site, mostly because she’s reportedly been in editing mode for the long-awaited ‘Madame X Tour’ and however the hell it’s going to be presented, and her biopic, the status and form of which I’ve lost track. I’ll always be a Madonna fan, but the stand days may be done, and that’s cool. These days, I’m anxiously awaiting her next musical move, because it’s time. Her last album came out two years ago, and this is a long stretch without any musical motion on her part. Perhaps she’ll pull some amazing double-album surprise drop, but that feels like too much to wish for. In the meantime, and in honor of her birthday today, here are a few links to some online moments that celebrate the woman who’s been my main muse for the last three decades. 

Before a proper day of celebration, a good night’s sleep is important. Enjoy this ‘Bedtime Story’ to send you to dreamland.

When all else fails, and you long to be something better than you are today, I know a place where you can get away… 

I have no choice, I hear your voice.

I can dress like a boy, I can dress like a girl. Keep your beautiful words

What do I remind you of? Your past, your dreams, or some part of yourself that you just can’t love

I took a trip, it set me free – forgave myself for being me.

Sex, love, and erotica.

The face of you, my substitute for love.

Happy Birthday, Madonna ~ thanks for being there for all these years. 

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The Madonna Timeline: Song #165 – ‘What Can You Lose?’ ~ Summer 1990

{Note: The Madonna Timeline is an ongoing feature, where I put the iPod on shuffle and write a little anecdote on whatever was going on in my life when that Madonna song was released and/or came to prominence in my mind.}

When last we featured a Madonna Timeline entry the focus was on the titular track of ‘Bedtime Stories’ from 1994. Today we go back even further – to that magical summer of 1990 – a summer that may go down as one of my favorite summers thus far in my mid-life. The hollyhocks were higher than we’d ever seen them, the sun was brighter and warmer than it ever felt before, and the first tinges of love and possibility were in the atmosphere. Helmed by an epic trip to the then-Soviet Union – our very first trip away from home for such a distance and such a duration – somehow we held onto the tenderness of youth while boldly bounding toward the first attempts at adulthood. That Madonna and Stephen Sondheim should write the soundtrack to such a time is brilliantly fitting. 

Having just been entranced by the magic that was ‘Into the Woods’ and its themes of childhood, growing up, and letting go, while also cresting into the white-hot pinnacle of my burgeoning fandom of Madonna, the soundtrack to ‘Dick Tracy’ was one of those moments where material, Madonna, and my own personal journey intersected for a touching musical moment. This song brings me movingly back to that time, and while it tells the pensive and tentative tale of a romance that never quite happens, for me it was more about an impending loss of innocence, something I sensed was happening, and something that I took with equal parts anticipation, dread, and resignation. 

The adventures I sought in the forests of Minsk, the laughter with girls at midnight – always safely platonic, always more lasting and resonant because of that – the stolen minutes in sun-lit hotel rooms before boarding the bus again – a summer in Russia held a romantic allure before any of us even understand the slightest about romance. From the bulbous towers of St. Basil’s Cathedral to the wild-flower-festooned meadows surrounding castles in Pskov, we traversed the country, in a whirlwind tour of cultural exchanges and adolescent drama. We learned and experienced as much about this country half-way around the world as we did about ourselves and each other. Our gang of friends solidified – a little group from New York meshing with a little group from California – bringing two sides of our country together while bridging our two countries, and in the exuberant innocence and wonder of that, we somehow made the world a little better simply by expanding our own limited views and experiences. Travel, and at such a young age, brought an early sense of humility and wisdom that has enriched and informed my ever-expanding journey ever since. 

What can you lose?
Only the blues
Why keep concealing everything you’re feeling?
Say it to her, what can you lose?
Maybe it shows
She’s had clues, which she chose to ignore
Maybe though she knows
And just wants to go on as before
As a friend, nothing more
So she closes the door

This duet between Mandy Patinkin and Madonna was a poignant cornerstone of the ‘I’m Breathless’ soundtrack and the ‘Dick Tracy’ movie – lending a grounded and human element to the over-the-top and cartoonish technicolor grandeur of that time period. So much of what Madonna did at that moment was glamorous and haughty, and as much as I loved that side of her, as much as I needed that side of her to push me to simply walk into a room of my peers when my social anxiety was pulling me back, I also wanted to see her vulnerability, to feel her own pain and loss and doubt. It selfishly made me feel a little better about mine. 

As our American troop returned from Russia to our homeland, I remember riding the bus back into Amsterdam, into our tiny hometown surrounded by fields of corn, and feeling different, like we had crossed the threshold into young adulthood, and understanding that we would not be going back. The evening sun was setting – the same sun that had illuminated Russian skies deep into the night – and the darkness was already coming on earlier than it had from when we had departed just a few weeks before. Can a boy grow into a young man on a single trip around the world? In some ways – in so many ways – I think he can. 

Well, if she does
Those are the dues
Once the words are spoken
Something may be broken
Still, you love her
What can you lose?
But what if she goes?
At least now, you have part of her
What if she had to choose?

As the Madonna Timeline is entering the winter of its run, and as we close in on the final songs still left unexamined in my collection, it seems a ripe moment to look over the other songs from the ‘I’m Breathless’ section of Madonna’s career. A unique album in a career of unique albums, this would be the closest Madonna would come to producing her own Broadway musical (‘Evita’ had already been written by someone else). 

The album encapsulated the summer of 1990 – and as our People-to-People exchange group re-convened at my home a week after our return, already we felt the change and the oncoming chill in the air. I mourned the early summer sense of possibility that now felt behind us, growing ever-distant in the rear-view mirror, and the magical time in Russia with friends old and new, now once again separate and removed from the mundane moments that were once so special. Maybe I just missed my friends, and the day-to-day connections we shared only when in such close proximity. Maybe I missed the freedom of being more or less on our own at a time in our lives when we needed that first dose of independence. Maybe I missed my childhood, and the way it felt like Sondheim’s ‘No More’… 

It was one of those ‘Stand By Me’ summers, the kind that pass before we truly realize their magnitude and meaning. By the time fall crept into the nights, and the hollyhocks shriveled and browned, dropping some of next year’s crop of seeds onto the garden floor, holding up others high in the sky, I stood alone in the backyard, back where the summer began, and everything felt changed. Would I ever realize the magnificence of the moment during the actual moment? And did it even matter? Perhaps it was better to not understand the import of what was happening as it happened. Perhaps that would cripple us, stop us in our tracks. 

Leave it alone
Hold it all in
Better a bone
Don’t even begin
With so much to win
There’s too much to lose

Madonna put a fitting exclamation point on that summer with her performance of ‘Vogue’ in Marie Antoinette garb – all glamour and arrogance and nary a bit of vulnerability. Girding my loins for the school season to come, I channeled that and let go of the subtle loss of ‘What Can You Lose?’ It was an act of survival when the safety of summer slipped away, and somewhere in the secret recesses of my heart, I pulled the sacredness of those days tightly within that inner fortress. It has remained there, and I’ve only shared a bit of it with you because it’s still that important to me. Most of us retain some of our childhood in such secret fashion, keeping the most magical moments only for ourselves, and the ones who originally shared it with us. I’m not ready to lose that. 

Song #165 – ‘What Can You Lose?’ ~ Summer 1990
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More Madonna ~ For Inspiration

It’s pretty amazing that at this point in her storied career, Madonna can still turn heads and get people talking with just a few Polaroids, a couple of wigs, some satin gloves, and a quick Pride Month extravaganza. Her new look once again defies her age, and by now that’s just the way she’s going to roll. I’ve always enjoyed her absolute lack of apparent concern for what people are going to say, and when you strap yourself into a corset when you’re 62 years old, then you can comment. 

This is a whimsical set of looks for her – not quite entirely brand new (though I don’t believe we’ve seen such a blue hue in her hair), and in their totality they feel fresh and enervating. It definitely has me thinking about satin gloves again, maybe when fall chills things out a bit. 

It also has me thinking about Madonna, and what’s to come. No one comes close to inspiring such mystique and thirst for what she might be up to next. She’s reportedly still working on a release of the Madame X Tour, and her screen treatment of her now biopic. Neither of those excites me as much as the idea that new material must at some point be on the horizon. 

 

 

 

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Me Versus Madonna

The differences between me and Madonna are staggering and plentiful. We won’t get into the many of them because it actually gets quite depressing. Instead, I’m simply going to offer a visual juxtaposition of what she was doing at 3 AM on the Saturday of Pride Weekend in New York City and what I was doing at roughly the same time in upstate New York. 

Keep in mind, Madonna is almost 20 years older than me, and still rocking it on the top of a bar, while I lounge in bed well before the stroke of midnight on a Saturday. Some might use that as inspiration to be a little more active. I’m just going back to bed. Let’s get unconscious, honey. 

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The Madonna Timeline: Song #164 – ‘Bedtime Story’ – March 1995

{Note: The Madonna Timeline is an ongoing feature, where I put the iPod on shuffle and write a little anecdote on whatever was going on in my life when that Madonna song was released and/or came to prominence in my mind.}

Peeking out of the turret in Usen Castle, I envision whirling dervishes spinning in the sky, all crushed purple velvet and tiny darkened spectacles – wisdom in motion, divinity enthralled. They spin and spin, leaping from crescent moon to star in some astrological dance intent on rearranging the firmament as we know it. Like cardboard scenery, the sky shifts, impossibly painted on paper in the most outrageous shades of blue and indigo, ocean and air and the bottomless and topless abyss called space. Future and past clash in fantastical surreality, and the dream of the latest Madonna song, ‘Bedtime Story’, plays out as if this was all actually happening, as if it were all actually real. Looking back at that March pocket of 1995, I’m no longer what did or didn’t happen. All that feels true is simply that – a feeling, a notion, the causing of a commotion.

Inspired by Madonna’s touring persona, I ambled around upstate New York and called it a Friendship Tour, stopping to see friends at Potsdam, Rochester and Ithaca – just as March proved to be mostly winter instead of spring. Bandages around my wrists, and adorned with golden charm bracelets, accentuated the silk pajamas I wore to bed: the madness of Norma Desmond coupled with her frail sadness, and an indefatigable battalion of earnest if misguided hubris. What kingdom was this? On what throne did I pose while Ann took my picture and her mother laughed at my nonsense? It was wooden and high-backed, and I feel it solid and real in my hands, immovable beneath my body. An actual throne, to kick off anything but an actual tour, and in my head the two blurred, and I began to believe the myth I had made for myself.

TODAY IS THE LAST DAY THAT I’M USING WORDS
THEY’VE GONE OUT, LOST THEIR MEANING
DON’T FUNCTION ANYMORE…
LET’S…
LET’S…
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS HONEY…

Ann and I drive north, into the snowy land of Potsdam, winding through the backroads and braving the snow and ice and brutal sun. It’s the tail end of my sophomore year at Brandeis and I’m already spent. Reading Rabelais has put me in a foul and mischievous mood, at odds with many of my friends and family, and so I rely on Ann, who loves me no matter what comes out of my mouth (or goes into it). We laugh and sing along to Aretha Franklin’s ‘Freeway of Love’ and Belinda Carlisle’s ‘I Feel the Magic’ while the snowy banks rush by in a blur. When we arrive at our friend Missy’s dorm, she is nowhere to be found, and this being in the time before cel phones, we simply hunker down in the hallway and wait. I spin in a circle for a few more pictures, my ridiculously shredded red sweater flailing about in tattered strips – some vague homage to Salome via Norma Desmond – and all the while Ann lifts my sunken spirits, heals my wounded wrists, and brings me back to life.

TODAY IS THE LAST DAY THAT I’M USING WORDS
THEY’VE GONE OUT, LOST THEIR MEANING
DON’T FUNCTION ANYMORE…
T R A V E L I N G . . .
LEAVING LOGIC AND REASON
T R A V E L I N G . . .
TO THE ARMS OF UNCONCIOUSNESS

Madonna does her part too, though I’m not sure if her new song is a help or a hindrance on my emotional state of mind. ‘Bedtime Story’ is the title track from her latest album, ‘Bedtime Stories’ – a trippy little nugget of music penned by Bjork and eons away from anything Madonna had ever done. It was a cosmic left-fielder on the R&B/New Jill Swing sound of the rest of the album, and a thrillingly new sonic adventure from a woman whom some had already written off in the aftermath of ‘Erotica’ and ‘Sex’. Here she was, bravely and defiantly moving forward, holding onto her pop crown, and not for nearly the last time, as she put out a spectacular video of instantly iconic poses and looks. If the song itself wasn’t a #1 smash like its predecessor ‘Take A Bow’, it held a special place in the hearts of her die-hard fans. It also informed this very tender time in my life, when I sought solace in the arms of friends, forgoing lovers as much as I might have liked one. When on the brink of self-obliteration, first-time lovers are not usually much help.

LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS HONEY
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS HONEY
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS…

While Ann is staying with Missy in her dorm, I’ve secured a hotel room nearby. I’m still not quite ready to be around people, even those who love me most. Wrestling with personal demons, in the deep dark of night, is not a communal affair. Such battles must be fought alone, if they are to be won for good. I cannot explain it then; I cannot explain it now. Ann understands, and leaves me to the war in solitude.

WORDS ARE USELESS, ESPECIALLY SENTENCES
THEY DON’T STAND FOR ANYTHING
HOW COULD THEY EXPLAIN HOW I FEEL?

Alone in the hotel room, after friends have departed, I lower the lights and confront the silence. The appalling silence. The silence that dares to try to comfort me after all its betrayals. And after banishing everyone from my space, I suddenly panic at the thought of not marking this time, and so begin the nagging attempt of immortalizing the moment on 35 mm film. Sinking down to the floor in a silk robe, I sit in the shallow pool of light that falls from the bathroom door, looking at the ground, pondering the position of a young man willing himself out of the world.

T R A V E L I N G . . . T R A V E L I N G . . .
I’M TRAVELING
T R A V E L I N G . . . T R A V E L I N G . . .
LEAVING LOGIC AND REASON
T R A V E L I N G . . . T R A V E L I N G . . .
I’M GONNA RELAX
T R A V E L I N G . . . T R A V E L I N G . . .
IN THE ARMS OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS

My sleep, when it finally comes, is restless. It feels like it snows a bit as my eyes wander to the window, but I don’t know if I’m dreaming that. Pulling the curtains open and closed and open again, as the gray light of a dying winter seeps into the room, I’m no longer sure if I’m sleeping or awake, whether it’s night or morning, if I’m actually there or actually not.

The room should feel cold on such a night, and maybe it does. Physical sensations have always been secondary to emotions, and it’s already made a mess of my young life. If we only knew to survive first and feel things later, so much danger might have been avoided.

LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS HONEY
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS HONEY
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS…

That next day, we rise early. The sky is overcast but bright – the lightest of grays that is a cover of clouds but doesn’t quite look like it. It is simply as if the sky has drained itself of color, leaking every bit of sacred blue into some hidden sea. Whatever I had hoped to find or discover on the previous night’s voyage of solitude proved annoyingly elusive. As my friends arrive, I have nothing to show for it. Still, I remember that night. To this day, I remember it, and remarkably better than so many other nights with so many other forgotten people. Maybe I made peace with at least one of my demons. Maybe I had too many then to even notice.

We climbed into the car, a rack of costumes hanging in the back seat. We were heading to Rochester for the next stop. A mosaic-patterned scarf in reds and purples flew like a flag from the car antenna – the closest we would get to any sort of recreation of the bus extravaganza from ‘The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert’. It took flight, and in its silly way lifted my spirits.

AND INSIDE WE’RE ALL STILL WET
LONGING AND YEARNING
HOW CAN I EXPLAIN HOW I FEEL?
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS HONEY
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS HONEY
LET’S GET UNCONSCIOUS…

Rochester, future city and site of a multitude of sins and mistakes, was right then a refuge, and Ann’s dorm room at RIT felt like home. With her band of misfit friends, I settled in and simply allowed myself to exist. The show would go on, and I would start assembling a vision of myself that wasn’t quite there yet, one that wasn’t quite real, filled with dramatic pomp and manipulated circumstance, which would carry me through the next few difficult years, as on the wings of a dream. With Ann by my side, I took off, and all those grand delusions would prove more than ephemeral ghosts.

T R A V E L I N G . . . T R A V E L I N G . . .
IN THE ARMS OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS
AND ALL THAT YOU’VE EVER LEARNED
TRY TO FORGET
I’LL NEVER EXPLAIN AGAIN.
SONG #164 – ‘Bedtime Story’ – March 1995
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Putting Bedtime to Bed

Tomorrow the Madonna Timeline returns with one of the final songs to be featured from the ‘Bedtime Stories’ album – it’s a bit of a trip, but so is the song, so it works. ‘Bedtime Story’ was one of the more experimental releases for Madonna, and it didn’t achieve the massive success that other perhaps more calculated risks did in the past. In this case, the Bjork-penned track may have been too ahead of its time. It’s grown on me over the years, but it’s still not one of my favorites. That’s ok – everyone has their preferences and favorites when it comes to Madonna. 

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The Madonna Timeline: Song #163 ~ ‘Love Profusion’ – Spring 2003

{Note: The Madonna Timeline is an ongoing feature, where I put the iPod on shuffle and write a little anecdote on whatever was going on in my life when that Madonna song was released and/or came to prominence in my mind.}

THERE ARE TOO MANY QUESTIONS
THERE IS NOT ONE SOLUTION
THERE IS NO RESURRECTION
THERE IS SO MUCH CONFUSION
AND THE LOVE PROFUSION
YOU MAKE ME FEEL
YOU MAKE ME KNOW
AND THE LOVE VIBRATION
YOU MAKE ME FEEL
YOU MAKE IT SHINE

By April 2003 we had been in our home for just over a year, and our first spring traditions were starting to take form. The opening of the pool, the preparing of the gardens, and the general spring cleaning that accompanied this time of the year made for an exciting moment – the release of a new Madonna album added to the energy, but not in the bombastic way most people associate with Madonna, especially in the mayhem surrounding the release of that album.

The final song from the ‘American Life’ album’ to be featured on the Madonna Timeline is ‘Love Profusion’ – fortuitously timed as this is the same time of the year when that infamous album was released. For all the incendiary talk and controversy the lead title track inspired, ‘Love Profusion’ was more indicative of the electronic pastoral that Madonna had conjured with ‘American Life’ – and the classic sonic vibe of her work with Mirwais.

THERE ARE TOO MANY OPTIONS
THERE IS NO CONSOLATION
I HAVE LOST MY ILLUSIONS
WHAT I WANT IS AN EXPLANATION
AND THE LOVE PROFUSION
YOU MAKE ME FEEL
YOU MAKE ME KNOW
AND THE LOVE DIRECTION
YOU MAKE ME FEEL
YOU MAKE ME SHINE
YOU MAKE ME FEEL
YOU MAKE ME SHINE, YOU MAKE ME FEEL

‘Love Profusion’ captured that happily hazy period when spring was ripening into summer, but the evenings and mornings were still chilly. I put the quieter ballads together and played them on repeat to lull us to sleep at night. This was one of those songs – a sweet love song, the kind that always felt like a throwaway to Madonna in the vein of ‘True Blue’ or ‘Cherish’ – where she would perform them on one tour then retire them for decades. (Still waiting on that ‘Cherish’ resurrection…) ‘Love Profusion’ didn’t even get a tour performance, and I’m cool with that.

I GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
I GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
I GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
I GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN

The lyrics feel lazy, but today I’ll take it for something lighter, and more innocent and hopeful. Back in 2003, we were ready for that, and in 2021 we are even more ready for it. That doesn’t mean it’s particularly special or groundbreaking, but even when Madonna is pleasantly unremarkable, she’s still a joy to hear.

THERE IS NO COMPREHENSION
THERE IS REAL ISOLATION
THERE IS SO MUCH DESTRUCTION
WHAT I WANT IS A CELEBRATION
AND I KNOW I CAN FEEL BAD
WHEN I GET IN A BAD MOOD
AND THE WORLD CAN LOOK SO SAD
ONLY YOU MAKE ME FEEL GOOD

The video for this is one of my least favorite Madonna videos. I almost wish she didn’t even bother, and the less said about it the better.

I GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
I GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
I GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
I GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
AND THE LOVE PROFUSION
YOU MAKE ME FEEL
YOU MAKE ME KNOW
AND THE LOVE INTENTION
YOU MAKE ME FEEL
YOU MAKE ME SHINE
YOU MAKE ME FEEL
YOU MAKE ME SHINE, YOU MAKE ME FEEL

Song #163 – ‘Love Profusion’ – Spring 2003

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Another Queen Returns

It’s been much too long since a proper Madonna Timeline, and that gets rectified tomorrow morning. In the meantime, a look at what Our Lady has been up to in these recent photos. Whatever she’s doing, it certainly becomes her. This blue pant-suit and pin-straight blonde hair is a nifty new look for a woman who has already worked just about every pose known to humankind

She’s still working on that ‘Madame X Tour‘ release – maybe it will be ready by the two year anniversary of the album on which it was based, but that seems wishful thinking. Personally, I’d prefer a new album, but Madonna works as she wants, and none of her fans seem to be able to sway her in any way. It’s the sort of defiance that turned many of us into fans in the first place, so I can’t begrudge her any choices now. 

With summer just around the corner, the world waits for the next Madonna bop – well, perhaps not the entire world, but my little piece of the world. And in that world, Madonna still fascinates. 

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