Madonna brought her MDNA concert to Boston last night, and whatever you think about her and her singing (or lack thereof), girl knows how to throw a party (spectacular spectacular, from Moulin Rouge, might be a more fitting description).
I was supposed to sit as close as my $250 ticket would get me, and for a while, waiting for Madonna to come out (an hour after the scheduled start time, as it turned out), I enjoyed the view from my seat.
A woman walked by handing out Golden Triangle upgrades. A couple sitting on the opposite aisle. Three people sitting on the floor in front of my seat. And then, the lights down, the music already starting, I got the woman’s attention, told her I was at the show alone, and that I was a big fan, and I asked if she had any more upgrades. Which she did.
And so I left my seat, walked the length of the Garden, and entered the Golden Triangle, an area in front of the stage with plenty of room to move. From here, I enjoyed the show, which I think was my favorite of the three Madonna show’s I’ve seen (2oo6, in the upper section with Holly; and 2008, against the stage, thanks to a press pass). And the show was better not just because I was so close but because her spectacular spectacular, even during the slow numbers, never failed to impress.