VIVA LA GAGA: In Defense of The ARTPOP Ball and Lady Gaga's Pop Reign
When Lady Gaga dove headfirst into the neon-smeared, glitter-spewing spectacle of her ARTPOP Ball at Madison Square Garden last night, it was, on the surface, a typical Gaga affair. She rocked a keytar at one point. She took to the piano for a solo or two. She cooed at her Little Monsters and invited a few rocking "Applause"-inspired face paint backstage.
Her voice was flawless—a trained, broad belt that demonstrated she'd never need to lip sync. And she danced. She went through a handful of costume changes that involved latex suits and multiple wigs. And at the end of every song, she panted a tired, rhythmic gasp for air to let us know that she was, in fact, the real deal.
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