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Madonna

Madonna

Forgive me, Father for I have sinned.

It has been….a really long time since my last confession. My sins are multitudinous (lust, blasphemy, coveting my neighbor’s ass… but in my defense, it’s a really nice ass), but the most egregious of all is idolatry.

See, ever since I could sway to music, Madonna has been my idol. The long-established Queen of my Universe and a musician I just can’t quit despite her numerous attempts to break my heart (that horrible faux English accent, sleeping with Vanilla Ice, sleeping with Vanilla Ice and then documenting it in her Sex book…).

I didn’t grow up Catholic, so I couldn’t seek solace in the open arms of Holy Mother Church. Instead, I sought solace from a leonine-eyed beauty who often incited the ire of the Catholic Church.

Madonna taught me lessons that have carried me through adolescence and well into adulthood.

Q. “Madonna, I’m dating this guy and he’s kinda an insensitive jag…”
A. “Then move on! Second-best is never enough. You’ll do much better, baby, on your own!”

Q. “Madonna, there’s this really mean girl at school and she’s basically an emotional terrorist. What can I say to shut her up?”
A. “I’m not your bitch. Don’t hang your shit on me.”

Q. “Madonna, you think I should buy this dress?”
A. “We are living in a material world and I am a material girl.”

Q. “Madonna, what’s the meaning of life?”
A. “Life is a mystery. Everyone must stand alone.”

Some lessons were more profound than others.

The story of Madonna is the story of fame. A wish fervently whispered by all doe-eyed ingénues before they go to bed – “God bless Mama… God bless Daddy… and God? Please please please let me end up with the kind of career longevity that Madonna’s had.” A girl with fire in her eyes and glitter in her veins sets out to rule the world… and does.

Born on August 16, 1958 in Bay City, Michigan, Madonna’s formative years were marred by the tragic loss of her mother to breast cancer. This loss had an indelible impact on the five-year-old child and formed the crux of her brazen personality. “I think the biggest reason I was able to express myself and not be intimidated was by not having a mother,” Madonna said years later. “For example, mothers teach you manners. And I absolutely did not learn any of those rules and regulations.”

Aged 19, with $35 to her name, Madonna arrived in New York City, where she slung donuts, worked as a back-up dancer, and started hanging out in the city’s vibrant club scene.

It was at the famed Dancerteria in the Flatiron District that Madonna caught the attention of DJ Mark Kamins. He took her demo tape to Sire Records and produced her first club hit, the ebullient “Everybody.” A few months later, Sire Records released her eponymous major label debut – an irresistible confection of sugary, synth-driven pop, the album featured the hits “Lucky Star,” “Holiday,” “Burning Up,” and “Borderline.” For her efforts, she was derided as a flash in the pan, her voice famously compared to “Minnie Mouse on helium.”

Madonna proved her critics thunderously wrong with the release of her sophomore effort; Like A Virgin went ten times platinum in 1984, eventually selling 21 million albums to become one of the best-selling records of all time. It also established Madonna’s place as a style icon. Flirting with the virgin/whore dichotomy, Madonna’s dark roots and blonde hair, wristful of jelly bracelets, and shredded lace wedding gowns inspired a legion of Madonnabes or Madonna Wannabes – young women (and men) so enamored with the singer’s thrift shop chic that they actually inspired Macy’s Department Store to open Madonnaland, a boutique selling bustiers and bracelets to both boys and boy toys.

The album also incited the ire of pearl-clutching parents when Madonna performed the title track at MTV’s Video Music Awards. Writhing around onstage in a torn wedding dress and gasping suggestively, her performance seems downright Puritanical in comparison to the twerking and grinding and the nude-colored bodysuits that adorn today’s VMAs.

Throughout her career, Madonna has been no stranger to controversy, and that VMA performance was just the beginning. In 1989, Madonna released Like A Prayer, her fourth studio album. In addition to dance-pop, it featured gospel and soul influences and strong thematic elements which drew from the singer’s Catholic upbringing.

The video for the nominative lead single deftly blended religious iconography and sexual imagery – a scantily-clad Madonna witnesses the murder of a young black woman by white supremacists. A black man is mistakenly accused of the crime and Madonna seeks refuge in a church, trying to find the strength to testify. These thematic elements weren’t incendiary in and of themselves, but specific details in the video – namely, Madonna kissing a black saint, dancing in a field of burning crucifixes and experiencing stigmata – were enough to ignite the fury of various religious organizations around the world, who called for a major boycott of Madonna’s tour sponsor, PepsiCo. The controversy ballooned to such an extent that even the Vatican got involved, condemning the video as blasphemous.

Rolling Stone, on the other hand, called Like A Prayer “as close to art as pop music gets.”

One year after that, Madonna released a compilation of her greatest hits, The Immaculate Collection, featuring the new song, “Justify My Love,” a trip-hop inspired track whose video featured BDSM, bisexuality and voyeurism.

Gasoline, meet fire.

Banned by MTV, the video became the highest-selling video single of all time.

During this time, Madonna also forayed into the world of publishing with her coffee table book, Sex. The tome featured erotic photographs, poems, stories, and essays, and it was banned by the Vatican.

Molten lava, meet nitroglycerin.

The latter half of the ’90s saw a much calmer and much less sexually-charged Madonna. She starred in Evita as Eva Peron and became pregnant with her first child. Following the birth of her daughter Lourdes, she discovered Eastern mysticism and the esoteric Jewish discipline of Kabbalah, all of which featured heavily on her seventh studio album, Ray of Light.

Following that album’s success, Madonna further diversified. She married English film director Guy Richie, she had a son, she starred in several movies, she wrote children’s books, she got divorced, she adopted a son, she performed at the Superbowl Half Time Show – and all the while, Madonna kept releasing albums, touring the world, and pissing people off.

It’s what she does best.

Well, that and serve as muse to the legion of women watching the throne and awaiting the crown of pop regency. Like Madonna, many of these women are known by a single name – Tiffany, Britney, Shakira, Beyonce, Rihanna, Gaga – but unlike Madonna, their careers have yet to stand the test of time. For the past thirty years, Madonna has been reinventing herself and the pop music wheel, dragging middle America into gay clubs and onto European dancefloors, exposing us all to things we never knew we craved. It’s no wonder that so many of L-U-V Madonna.

So, to the woman who’s been my personal consigliore since almost before I could walk – Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone – Happy Birthday. And, as always, I need your advice.

Q. Madonna, what’ve you got for a thirtysomething with a penchant for pop music and gin cocktails?

You know what? Never mind. I think I got this.

A. “Express yourself so you can respect yourself.”

First published at Cover Me. 

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