And here’s DyeAnotherDay straight from the fourth and final (so far) “Confessions Tour” night at the Garden.

“I didn’t walk tonight — my feet just couldn’t. I have been dancing at too many Madonna concerts.

Normally I bop around and talk to people before a concert, but tonight I went directly to my seat. It actually did exist, and I only left it once to use the restroom before the show started.

I met a fellow Triber — hi Cristian! I bet you had a blast.

I love the pre-show music. Gotta get that Gorillaz album! I’m also positive I heard Bowie, but I think it’s very new. Never heard it.

I saw Guy Oseary (always there), plus Carlos Leon, and Fran Drescher — who is in the cast of the original “Saturday Night Fever.” I looked over at her during “Music Inferno,” and her face had a radiant smile.

But tonight was not for fun and games baby. I had a seriousness about me tonight.

And it was incredible.

When the lights finally went out, and I had my spot, and no one came to push me around, I was ecstatic. It was the beautiful beginning to an awesome night. For me. And for all of New York and Madison Square Garden, because I can tell you the crowd adored every minute of that show.

I talked to security after, and they said, “Damn. I don’t really pay attention to her music, but she put on a GREAT show. I hope you had a good time.” (Cut to me, gulping water.)

The room rumbled with the Steven Klein video, and that disco ball began its descent. It opened, and I felt the breeze hit me.

There’s something about seeing Madonna in the flesh. Seeing her nails. Seeing her eyelashes. Seeing the thread on her buttons. Her gorgeous lip liner.

I was smashed against the catwalk, and the crowd was roaring.

Then the dancers came into place — and Mihran came and knelt right before me. Damn. Well, I couldn’t very well glance over at That Woman. I was riveted by him and stared at him for virtually the entire number.

It was a good night. Madonna twirled to the front stage and greeted her throng of fans, who were not as drunk as yesterday and did not throw glitter at her. She was feelin’ good tonight, and her deep knee bends during GT were astonishing.

Of course, “Like A Virgin” is a visual spectacle — and “Jump” keeps the equestrian theme into place. Just a great, great night in every way.

When the interlude began, one of the dancers was virtually in my face. At one point, he rushed over to my spot and rolled over. I reflexively jumped — I thought he was going to hit me.

M’s photographer — a very cute man — does not stop moving. He was the only person to every get in front of me. He climbed over the railing near me with three cameras around his neck. The light was shining into my eyes, and his camera knocked me right on the head. He said, “Sorry!” I was like, “It’s totally cool” and laughed. And I have a bump on my head.

Hey, I sustained an injury during the show — another great sign that this is the greatest night of my life.

The cross rises from the stage. After you see this a couple of times, the shock value wears off. I have to admit, I felt a lot of tension in the room when I first saw this in Los Angeles. But she was still “acting” earlier in the tour. She would hang her head like “Passion of the Christ.” But now that I’ve seen it a few times, it’s just a beautiful work of art. An expression. I feel that if anyone can attempt this, it’s Madonna — she has earned it. Spirituality has been a crucial part of her and our lives, and she has brought so much awareness to so many issues.

I thought it was beautiful.

I don’t want it to slip away. I have still have Madonna sweat on my shirt and my hands are sticky. I’m still “in” the experience. Right now as I’m writing this. My ears are still ringing. I’m still seeing stars from staring into the glare of the lights.

The stage looked beautiful. I continue to notice new things. You have to see this show a hundred times to fully appreciate it.

And there she is at the center of it all.

“Forbidden Love” has such a great dance beat — I looked around the room and the entire arena was bouncing.

She is fucking incredible during “Isaac.” I would never even think of it as a ” new song.” Her moves are so tight, so intense. Every person in the room either wants to be Madonna or fuck her.

And she looked gorgeous tonight. I think she’s adjusted to the heat or something — a pure cover girl, glamour queen, movie star, supermodel rolled into one.

She peels on her chocolate leather jacket, Tony shoots out in to the runway to stay by her side. She gives THE FINGER to every person in that room, smacks the female dancers on the lips, and rips into “Sorry.”

By now she knows she’s reached the hump and this show has taken on a life of its own. No glitches and a crowd eating up every second.

And then there she is, right in front of me for “Like it or Not.” Like, RIGHT in front of me. I can see her roots, I can see her earlobes. Every time she looks at you, you feel like your brain is going to shoot out of your ears.

And then I did it: I touched the stage. I just had to plant one finger on the same floor that Madonna was performing on. She was whipping around in circles, performing that great song. I couldn’t have told you what YEAR it was. People around her are just gasping. No one would believe that you could be so close to a performer. But the connection with the audience is so important for her. Luckily, most people are respectful, but it’s such an intense scene. I was looking at faces across the catwalk, and everyone is either smiling or just completely shocked and hypnotized.

By this time — forget it. Am I still wearing my shirt? Do I still have my wallet? Do I care?

The entire floor rises and falls like the sea during “I Love New York.” Baby you can keep…. baby you can keep…. baby you can keep….baby you can keep.

Madonna was completely in this joyous moment, clearly having a ripping good time. She dropped to her knees and delivers her guitar solo that continues to make every head turn in the house. And I’m talking middle age security guards who grew up on Led Zeppelin.

She continues her usual schtick at this poing — “No sitting,” blah blah blah. But I think everyone loves “Ray of Light.”

And the dancers begin to move down the runway, and I think my feet are numb at this point. By this time, I have pretty much connected with Jason, three of the girls, Guy Oseary, Angela Becker, Ingrid Casares, Monte Pittman, Cloud, and one of the long-haired dancers. But Cloud hasn’t looked at me tonight, and I want him to.

Their routine during “Ray of Light” is so wonderful, and their exit is inspired.
Madonna brings out the best in everyone.

“Let it Will Be” did not dissapoint. If you’ve seen it once or seen it ten times, she is simply incredible for this. One of the greatest Madonna moments ever. She is so brave.

I waited for a moment when she was just lying their. I cupped my hands and shouted, “I LOVE you Madonna.” I hope she heard me.

She returns to the main stage, and chats a bit. She looks around the room and says, “Are ANY of you sitting? No. It drains my energy.

And then she said..

“I need the energy from my front row bitches.”

I had been emailing with the original front row bitch, Dave, and when she said this, I knew tonight was my shooting star. I was just blessed with the perfect Madonna concert.

“Paradise” was beautiful. The lighting on her is breathtaking, and it is so nice to see Madonna be generous with Isaac. She STARES at him while he sings, and when he’s done she smiles and nods and shows such respect it give me the fucking god-damned chills. I’m so lucky I was in that room tonight.

How much do I love “Music Inferno”?

What a beautiful world I live in!

I don’t care who you are, it will put a huge smile on your face and make you feel great. “Forget your problems. Come with me” indeed.

I must have lost control, because one of the nice security guards tapped me on the shoulder and told me not to touch the stage, and I happily complied. (When it was over I said I hoped I behaved, and he said, “Absolutely! You were fine.”)

So there they all are, doing this amazing roller boogie right in front of me — in the city where roller boogie was born. My eyes were fixed on Cloud. He kept whizzing by me — I could feel the breeze every time they passed me.

Finally, RIGHT before he left the center stage, he looked down right at me, gave me a big smile, winked at me, and sped off.

I screamed like a little girl.

And there they all are, Madonna & Co, doing their boogie-woogie to an amazed Madison Square Garden. I don’t know where she finds the energy!

“Erotica” was SUPERB tonight. Everyone was smiling, and I could see every inch of their bodies in sync, perfectly, like a Porsche.

When the start the procession down the runway during “La Isla,” this show boiled over. Everyone on the catwalk was so delighted. Madonna never stopped shoving the mike into people’s faces, getting them to sing.

It was just a joy machine.

“Lucky Star” was the best I’ve seen — the groove was just right. Mostly “Lucky Star” — not “Hung Up” until the very end. New York loves this song.

“Lucky Star” was Madonna’s first Top Five single. And New York already loved her with “Borderline” (and, of course, Holiday and “Everybody”).

When the entire band kicked into “Hung Up”, it was like being in a movie. Everyone just seemed part of one gigantic object. We were all together as one unit. Madonna was having a blast, very good natured. Very careful about touching certain people. I noticed one hand TRY to touch her and she jerked away. She said, “No, no touching. SINGING. I want you to SING.” She put the the mike in front of this poor queen’s face, and people just scream. She is smiling, laughing.

It’s the last night of this leg of the MSG engagement.

The entire troupe returns to the stage. Cloud was just completely workin’ every second of it, Mihran is just TOO FUCKIN’ cool, and the entire gang is lowered into the stage.

And there is a glitch. No “Have you confessed?”

This is a problem because it’s supposed to signal that the concert is over. But tonight people just stood there and screamed “MORE. MORE.” For about 10 minutes, even after the lights came up. It was so long that even I wondered if she would attempt “Everybody,” but obviously that’s a silly thought. Finally, finally, people accepted the show was over and made their way to the exits.

The greatest greatest greatest Madonna show ever.”

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