I recently saw Lana Del Rey perform live. In concert. And, as promised, there was zero abduction attempts and little to no stalking.
I have thoughts…
– I was shocked by the Beatles-esque hysteria. Young girls were losing their goddamn minds.
– It was the prettiest crowd I’ve ever been a part of. Potentially with the exception of the Scissor Sisters in 2007.
– I was able to create a small community amongst the people in my immediate vicinity. Even the tall guy in front of me who was riding solo, and inexplicably had his headphones for the entirety of the concert, was drawn into the camaraderie.
– Lana Del Rey in person is very different from the image she portrays in her music videos. For those that aren’t familiar – in her videos she portrays herself as some kind of otherworldly, ethereal, ingenue. Simultaneously hopeful and self-destructive.
I dig that, because apparently I never want to be happy…
In actual real life she came across like a chill chick with an obstinate streak that you can find browsing the international section of your local supermarket.
– There was a girl just outside my sphere of influence, back and to the left, of indeterminable age, that happened to be wearing a completely transparent white singlet. With no bra. I found this distracting.
– Despite her vocal limitations, Lana Del Rey has a presence about her. An internal confidence that she is able to project out to a crowd of thousands. She had the crowd, your humble narrator included, eating out of the palm of her hand.
– I left with a girl wearing Doc Martens and flowers in her hair.