Lady Gaga bans reviewers from Vancouver shows
As career moves goes, Lady Gaga’s latest one in Vancouver is a tad odd. On December 8, the management team for pop music’s current It Girl announced that no complimentary review tickets would be issued for her three-day (December 9–11), sold-out stand at Vancouver’s Queen Elizabeth Theatre.
That’s not entirely unusual. Occasionally, artists who don’t need more ink will make similar stipulations for their concerts. What’s different in their cases though is that those artists will almost always allow promoters to sell tickets to writers so their shows can be reviewed. In this case, Gaga’s management also stipulated that promoters were not to sell tickets to reviewers either.
There are a couple of ways to look at this. One is that Lady Gaga is indeed being sincere on her breakout album, The Fame, and its recently released follow-up, The Fame Monster. Both records find her ruminating on being famous, with the latter examining the darker side of being so well-known that you can’t order a latte at Starbucks or take a dump in an airport washroom without having someone doing their best to get a shot of you with a digital camera.
Lady Gaga has become so oversaturated so quickly that to add to her notoriety with more press would be nothing short of massively hypocritical. Make it impossible for reviewers to get into your concerts, and you don’t have to open the paper the next day to see a picture of your smiling face, ginch-clad ass, and bubble-wrapped boobs.
Then again it’s just as likely that her live shows suck so badly that she’d rather not have the word get out that, as a performer, she blows worse than Madonna’s acting.
Whatever the reason, mission accomplished. Not that that’s going to stop us from trying to worm our way in tonight, tomorrow, or the night after that. We’ll be the one dressed up as Perez Hilton (complete with Kool-Aid-green hair), doing our best to convince the doormen that our good friend Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta is waiting for us backstage and isn’t going fucking on until she’s seen us in the flesh in the front row.