I’m back in Iowa City after my pilgrimage to Chicago to see Madonna live in concert. It was the culmination of a 23-year journey which started in 1985 -the year I first saw Miss Ciccone in the iconic Borderline video.

I left Iowa City on Monday at 10:35 in the morning. The bus ride to Chicago took almost six hours. Heavy traffic started to build up in Naperville until we reached Chicago. I rushed out of the bus as soon as it stopped at the W Harrison Station, took out my Google map, and began sectioning the city like a general calculating a precise military operation. Thanks to my impeccable sense of direction, I was able to find my hotel on Halsted in ten minutes. I checked in, deposited my backpack in my room, freshened up, and put my wallet, camera, and ticket in my belt bag. The concert ticket said ‘no camera’ but I just prayed that I might get lucky. (The security was tight. Bag inspection at the gate. Good thing I put my camera in my socks after taking photos outside of the venue.) I consulted my map again. Four blocks to Madison and then head right and walk twelve blocks. I wasted no time. In case my homing device failed I have ample time to search the city.

I arrived at the concert venue, the United Center -home of the Chicago Bulls- at half past five, so I was way too early.
There were about a hundred of fans waiting outside. A United Center rep said that the venue wouldn’t be open until 6:30. It was freezing. We waited. I got to chat with a couple who, sensing that I was turning into a chocolate frozen delight, offered me a cigarette. “I don’t smoke. Thanks.”
“Are you from around here?”
“No, I’m from the Philippines. But I’ve been in Iowa for more than two months now. And you?”
“We flew in from Puerto Rico. If Madonna doesn’t come to us, well, I guess we just have to find our way to her.”
We were let in at 6:30pm. I checked out the venue. It was huge. According to information on their website, it can hold a crowd of 23,000 for concerts. Whew! I was hungry. Excited for this event I forgot to eat the whole day. So I pigged out on a box of French fries, nachos and diet Coke. I was afraid that I might pass out when the party reached a hot, wild point. I needed an energy boost.
By 7:30pm I went to look for my seat. Left side of the stage, about 100 feet away. At 8pm my heart was racing. The concert was about to start. Fifteen minutes later the tech people were still doing mike checks. By half past 8 they were testing the lights. To pass time I checked my program. 20 songs. People starting to get impatient. They were whistling. Hello, a diva is entitled to be fashionably late. By 8:50, the lights dimmed and the music started playing. Everybody rose from their seats to pay respects to the Queen.
Madonna opened the concert with Candy Shop, a song from her new album, appearing in her throne with a big M on the background. It featured the cute and lovable Pharell Williams on the video screen. It was followed by Beat Goes On in which a classic white convertible car rolled onstage.

One of my favorite acts was Get Into the Groove (
photo above) where she came on stage playing with a jumping rope. The Keith Haring graphic design of the set was so cool. The Japanese DJ was awesome.
Manny Pacquiao would have loved Die Another Day in which two dancers performed a nicely choreographed boxing inside a ring.
Madonna’s music career spanning more than 25 years now was encapsulated in She’s Not Me. Four dancers impersonated Madonna and portrayed the different stages of the Queen of Pop’s music history. On the video screen were splices of all her music videos -from Borderline to the present.
Hamutsun Serve, a Japanese act that mixes a marvelous mix of original music and original dance, performed a fabulous dance in their shiny kimonos to the instrumental tune of Here Comes The Rain by Stylistics. At the end of the stage, a cloaked Madonna emerged standing on top of a grand piano singing Devil Wouldn’t Recognized You, enclosed in a cage of light.
In Miles Away, a video showed images of different journeys. I couldn’t help but think of my own journey. I waited twenty three years for this to happen. Everyday I moved closer to it. 534,000 hours. Or 32,040,000 minutes. I had to cross an expanse of more than 8,000 miles to reach my destination.

We went wild when she sang Like a Prayer. La Isla Bonita featured, among other things, a bearded fiddler. Then suddenly she slowed down the pace with a deeply moving rendition of You Must Love Me. My tears flowed.
The concert was a good two-hour show, with an audience participation portion. Madonna asked the audience which song (not included in the program) would we like her to sing. She picked Dress You Up from the fan choices and sang the first few lines before passing the microphone to the audience.
Although the Sweet and Sticky Tour was tamer compared to her previous concerts, like Confessions on a Dance Floor, which featured her on a cross, Madonna’s personal and political convictions were still very pronounced in the tour. In a video Get Stupid! we were treated to images of global warming, elephant tusk poaching, the Darfur crisis, armed conflict everywhere, Adolf Hitler, and John McCain – problematic stories. On another video, the mood was hopeful with images of U2’s Bono, Mahatma Gandhi, Al Gore, and not but not the least, the next president of the USA, Barack Obama. The crowd in Chicago roared.
For her finale she sang Give It 2 Me. We all danced and partyed with the Queen as if there were no tomorrow.
It had been a wild, crazy, unforgettable journey. For now I rest. Another journey will begin.
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