Madonna, the singer, the artist, the director, a mother…
I think the woman deserves blogs dedicated to her only.
Not only one tiny little post on a tiny little blog like mine.
Us, mere mortals, clash like grumpy demoted titans (or, old, sexually-challenged women) when it comes to what we think of Madonna.
The good thing is that no one is indifferent to her.
Nor has ever been.
For the past thirty or so years of her career.
To quote Wilde, “the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about”.
So, even negative, being talked about is always good, I guess. Otherwise, what else would someone like Kim Kardashian live off if it wasn’t for people’s talk. I recently heard about her (I first thought it was a ‘he’) and still can’t figure out what exactly she’s famous for…
I just went to Madonna’s concert in Abu Dhabi (imagine a 5-year-old meeting Santa Clause for the first time). Although I’ve been to her concerts before, it always feels like you’ve been ‘touched for the very first time’.
The experience is indescribable.
The professionalism and multidimensionality of the performance are incomparable.
The energy the woman exuberates is contagious, but at the same time hypnotic.
After the concert everything feels empty, grey and hot, UAE-hot.
Anyway, there’s one thing that I can’t get over with.
It is the amount of people who call Madonna all possible things connected with her age – granny, oldie and worse things that I won’t dignify with a quote.
The sarcasm comes from random people – old and young – but they all have one common denominator: boring CVs.
And it’s not just Madonna who gets the nasty scorn.
Adel is fat.
Bono is too braggy about his voluntary work and donations.
Lady Gaga is too weird.
Amy Winehouse was a druggy.
Ozzy eats bats (if you read what actually happened, you’ll think twice before categorising it as ‘eating’).
This one drinks too much.
That one is too skinny.
I don’t get it.
What is the problem actually?
And I heard a couple of people in the crowd – during the concert – calling out, ‘come on granny, let’s see that bootie’. What is he doing there in the first place? Came to throw scorn because he is perfect in his small stretch of hour between 35 and 53 years of age? Has he thought how he’ll look like in 20 years time? I strongly doubt that he’ll be shaking his bootie on a stage with millions watching him and cheering him ecstatically.
Whatever happened to human appreciation for the fellow human,
– who’s busting his or her ass to make it work?
– who’s creating something out of his or her passion?
– who is daring to stand up tall and share his or her view and ideas with the world? That world, which, like an old, sexually-undesirable woman stares back and nags about who’s fat and who’s old.
In my post on Lady Gaga I had mentioned that every form of art, in its own time, has gone through a period of rejection and criticism, in part, in full, for one reason or another. More often than not, mass criticism or rejection of artists – from music, to paintings, and literature – has been instigated by politics or religion.
The Nazis considered Stravinsky’s music as degenerate.
The Catholics casted Botticelli’s paintings as pagan.
Fair enough – those guys wanted hegemony, control, limits. Whatever.
But what’s a 35-year-old hotel manager calling Madonna old for?
Or, like a dear relative of mine who can’t stand Bono (of U2) because “he’s always so political”, are you serious?
Is that a valid criticism against an artist?
These shallow abuses always remind me of those people who wanted to throw stones at Mary Magdalene, to whom Jesus said “he, that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone at her”.
This is not an angry post, although part of my words come out of anger against people who speak badly of others who meanwhile bust their asses to do something in their short lifespans.
The post is actually about the doers, like Madonna, who don’t even need my credit for their achievement – selling records, and world recognition, awards and global fame has credited them a million times over.
Talking evil of the other who does something, something good, something that brings change one way or another, is just a waste of breath.
Moreover, it’s a reflection on the raver’s personality, not on the artist’s.
There is so much to do and so little a time.
Better get to work than grumble that Madonna is an ‘oldie’ or Bono is ‘too political’.