I saw Lady Gaga live last night. And I finally got it.
She moves her fans not with the power of sex, or the joy of music.
She moves them with a driving message of independence and individuality.
F--- you, she
tells them. I’m a freak. You be one too.
It’s not a gentle message. She beats her fans about the head, and in Oakland they loved every minute of it.
“Put your paws up, Oakland,” she growled at the crowd. ““I’m gonna kick your ass.”
And then she did.
The evening started with the throbbing intro of Michael Jackson dance music. The fans had flooded the Oakland arena – "little monster" girls in black and silver sequined slips; gay boys in whiteface and glitter hats. Silky-haired teenage girls with platinum wigs plopped on their heads. Every single seat of the 18,000 filled.
They clamored for her and just before 10 pm she arrived, a Ziggy Stardust silhouette on a giant white screen. She was singing, but not moving. Suddenly she swiveled a hip. The crowd went wild.
The screen rose to reveal Gaga in a purple sequined jacket with matching sunglasses and dirty yellow hair the color of Gulden’s mustard. Prince Valiant bangs. In French she would be called a “jolie-laide” – an ugly beauty.
Behind her is more of the same aesthetic: three men-women with shaved heads, bare chests and kilted skirts in a dance cage.
Every edge in the Gaga show is jagged. The dancers are muscled and their loins bulge provocatively. The dance moves are sharp with the uncoiled, frantic energy of a nightclub in the Village in 1985.
She unleashes her hit “Just Dance,” fast, elegant footwork, and when it’s over, she addresses the crowd in that low, take-no-prisoners voice: “Tonight, in Oakland, you’re gonna be super-free little monsters! All the freaks are outside, and we’ve locked the doors.”
Part of the revelation at a Gaga concert is how personally she talks to her fans. She told them that she was bullied as a child. She told them to ignore anyone who told them they were not superstars – or too fat, or too thin, or too weird. (I caught some of it on a Flipcam, sorry for the shaky camera work.)
It was barely two years ago, she recalled, that she was playing in clubs with 50 in the audience, all of them looking at her sideways. What was she exactly?
Now she could play huge stadiums, but instead she's in smaller venues where she looks her fans in the eye. At one point she wielded an oversized flashlight and started casual conversations with people at the edge of the stage.
At another point she called a fan on a cellphone (not sure how she got the number) high up in the stands.
