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I Spent 10 Minutes With Lady Gaga (and Her Dog, Asia)
When you receive a text message that reads, "May have an opp for you to go and meet Lady Gaga and go to concert tomorrow night. Any interest?" you'd be a fool not to say yes. So, without much hesitation, last Thursday I embarked on a boondoggle to Philadelphia that included a party bus, a hospitality lounge full of branded Gaga sliders (and all-you-can-drink Absolut cocktails), second row seats, and 10 minutes with the Mother Monster herself. The following is a by-the-minute recap of the events that transpired:
5:37 pm
I am underneath the Artpop stage. A man by the name of Winky is guiding our group through a labyrinth of "quick change" rooms and elevator shafts that connect to the performance arena: a 110-foot-long acrylic highway suspended 10 feet above the floor. (Some stats: The Artpop concert comes into town courtesy of 21 trucks; Gaga has anywhere between 12 and 14 dancers a show; it takes three hours to pack up her costumes, which include a Medusa-style octopus outfit, gilded wings, countless wigs, rubber boxing shoes, and a gown about as long as a football field.)
5:50 pm
Gaga arrives with her black French bulldog, Asia, in tow. The singer is wearing a hip-length brown wig parted in the middle, Lennon-style glasses, a plaid shirtdress, lace-up platform booties, and no pants. "Straight to the bar," she observes of her pup, who beelines for the VIP-only Absolut-sponsored ice bar, which will serve 26 lucky patrons during this evening's concert.
9:27 pm
The show starts with, what else?, “ARTPOP." We then segue into dazzling renditions of "Just Dance," "Poker Face," "Telephone," "Do What U Want," and my personal favorite, "Applause." I've never been to a Lady Gaga concert before and I am truly floored. During our chat, Gaga told us that the concert should feel as if someone has drilled "a hole into the back of your brain," and it's true—for the hour or so she is playing I am transfixed, transported, and transformed. I am screaming lyrics to songs I didn't know I knew and jumping up and down to songs I thought I hated. She told us that she wanted the performance to feel "less like I was singing at you" and more like "I'm singing with you, dancing with you, raving with you." When I’m old and gray, I can’t wait to tell my grandkids about that time I raved with Lady Gaga. And neither of us were wearing pants*.
*JK. I was wearing pants.
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