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Confessions On A Dance Floor
Madonna
Warner Brothers, 2005
REVIEW BY: JB
ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED: 02/24/2006
Remember when dance clubs used to be for, I don'tknow, young working people who live in the city and have to pack inx-number of bacchanal hours before going back to work on Monday adnauseum until finding someone to marry and settle down in thesuburbs?
Sometime in the last decade, the world's populationchanged from being mostly rural to mostly urban, women began tohave babies later and later, and the speed of informationaccelerated to the point where moving images could be cheaplytransported to the most remote communities on Earth. The city lifebecame de rigeur and all you could see on MTV were people going toclubs, going to clubs, going to clubs ad nauseum until... well,that generation is still going to clubs so we don't know what'sgoing to happen when their eardrums (or existential bubbles)explode.
Madonna has claimed to have "moved on" (to having ahusband, raising children in the countryside, falling off horsesand being on the cover of Good Housekeeping), so this returnto dance is unexpected; I thought she'd be doing edgy British stufffrom now on and eventually slide into Yoko Ono territory. Nobodywould listen to her, but her children's friends at school wouldreassuringly be unaware of who she was, she'd win Grammys for saidedgy British stuff and make millions on tour until her 70's, andeveryone would be happy.
Of course, Madonna hasn't really changed, and thismeans she won't be truly happy outside of the spotlight, playgroundtaunts about your-mama-putting-out-a-book-called-Sex bedamned.
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