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It's not often that the world's biggest pop star comes to St. Louis while at the height of her fame. But the stars aligned on January 7 with the arrival of Lady Gaga, who presented her arena-size Monster Ball Tour in the cozy Fabulous Fox Theatre. The mood at the venue was appropriately festive and electric. In honor of Gaga's outrageous fashion, attendees donned elaborate masks, stars painted over an eye, glittery outfits and ostentatious hats or plumage, which made the Fox feel like the site of a bacchanal.
The friction between glamour, decadence and consequence drove the 100-minute Monster Ball. Wearing sunglasses and a sleek black outfit, she was strung up by her hair and manipulated like a marionette by two dancers during "Paparazzi," as computerized light flashes exploded behind her. (These mirrored the constant audience-created photo flashes during the show; everybody had a camera.) At the end of the goth-trance gem "Monster" — the stage bathed in red lights and stark forest shots, an Edgar Allan Poe short story come to life — her troupe of plume-wearing backing dancers attacked her.
Such spectacle was a given. For "Just Dance," she was encased in a moving cube while clutching a keytar and then elevated above it. Her "LoveGame" outfit was a geometric silver dress and a papal-like skyscraper hat. And she began the encore in a gyroscope, singing the watered-down-J-pop tune "Eh Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say)." Her silver bustier expanded into a sturdy, jetpack-like square on her back; it looked like she was trying to smuggle SpongeBob SquarePants into Studio 54.
Sex as performance was a recurring theme. (Amusingly, she compared the show to a first date — "which means we can have sex, and I won't have to see you in the morning.") Gaga was a confident performer, comfortable showing off her body — "Boys Boys Boys," "Paper Gangsta" and "Poker Face" featured her in a skimpy red bikini, while a She-Ra-esque gold outfit left little to the imagination several songs before that. "Do you think I'm sexy?" she drawled at one point, as the audience screamed. "I think you're sexy," she obliged back. She simulated jerking off at the end of "LoveGame," and later, after casually commenting that she disliked "money," Gaga placed her hand over the crotch of a dancer, a sledgehammer nod to the connection between commodity and sexuality.
But Gaga can sing — and sing well. In fact, she seemed most comfortable during her brief time at the piano, belting out The Fame Monster's Bowie-esque ballad, "Speechless" and a stripped-down version of "LoveGame." Simplicity also marked other show highlights. "Alejandro" featured muscled, sinewy bodies moving precisely and ornately among red light, a display of Adonis-like behavior fitting the song's steamy music. "Teeth" was also fantastic, a fierce Broadway strut full of vamps, vigor and choreographed dancing that recalled Chicago.
The strength of this authentic interlude highlighted some of Monster Ball's weak spots. The backing vocal tracks evident on other songs — heavier on numbers where she had to dance quite a bit and on hits such as "LoveGame" and "Poker Face" — were often distracting. And at times when she had to be a pop-star puppet and perform choreographed dance moves, she seemed awkward and unnatural.
Yet this made Gaga relatable and human. Her frequent banter about how much her fans (her "monsters") meant to her — and how the Monster Ball is an inclusive, welcoming place for freaks — didn't seem like canned patter. Despite the scope of the performance and her superstar status, her message was rather simple and human: "Here at the Monster Ball, we preach love, truth, unity and togetherness." She has unconditional love for her supporters, and their quirks and foibles, and backs this up with words and actions. And so from a fan's perspective, the Monster Ball was a satisfying, thrilling experience.
But with a throwaway comment to the audience — "I did not create myself; you created me" — Gaga appropriated a theme from Frankenstein and underscored the darker side of her symbiotic appeal. She's thrived because of attention and overexposure and, despite setbacks and vitriol, needs it to feed her art — both the negative and positive experiences.
It's too easy to say that this resembles another blond megastar of yore, especially since Gaga lifts moves left and right from the Madonna playbook. But it's undeniable that her attitude, brashness and cone bras are a nod to the Material Girl. And from a critical standpoint, that's perhaps why the Monster Ball didn't quite always reach pop nirvana: It's been done before. However, Gaga's not yet a fully formed monster. She's still a work in progress, an artist with quite a lot to say — and for once, someone with the talent to realize her ambitions.
Let it never be said that Lady Gaga forgets her friends: Fellow NYC performers Semi Precious Weapons — who said they first played with her in 2006, in front of twelve people — opened the night in fabulous fashion. Frontman Justin Tranter, a towering, fierce force in sparkly taupe ankle-boot stilettos and matching tights and a shirt, dominated the stage with his antics and enthusiasm.