The post sent shockwaves through my FaceBook page, and I wrote it out rather hastily upon learning that Madonna had cancelled all of her Boston tour dates. (I had great seats for the first scheduled night.) Once I was sure that my hotel room could be refunded, however, I calmed the disappointment and anger I felt and moved quickly into acceptance and some silver-lining-seeking (the biggest boon of which was the grand sum of $1100 that was now headed back into my bank account at a time of the year when I need it the most).
Quite frankly, I wasn’t as devastated as I once would have been. This wasn’t my first Madonna show, and after seeing her as many times as I have it’s not the end of the world. And while I was excited and eagerly anticipating getting to see her on such an intimate level, I’ve always enjoyed the big spectacle she puts on, and this sounded like it was a completely different animal.
Then there was the late start time. We purchased tix for an 8 PM show. After appearing two-plus hours late on a regular basis, she changed the start time to 10:30 PM. And even then she was starting way beyond that, bringing the end time close to 1:30 to 2 AM in the morning. Good luck getting a T at that hour. (Hence the planned room across the street at the W Hotel.)
The Madame X Tour has been rife with injuries and difficulties, some of which was genuinely beyond her control, but some of which was simply poor planning or poor execution, and at this point in her career, and my life, I don’t need the bother of such nonsense.
That doesn’t mean I don’t still love Madonna.
I do.
I always will.
But we are very much on a brief break right now, and that’s ok.
The Madonna Timeline will return this weekend, just to prove that things are good.
