How pop music influenced who I am.
Madonna and Me – The Early Years.
‘Who’s that girl?’
It wasn’t love at first sight. There was a plethora of music shows on Australian television during this time. It was on one of these shows that I first laid my eyes on this flouncy girl dancing in a choreographed routine on stage with two backing dancers. Throwing her arms around in the air, jumping up and down. Her long waving hair falling over her face despite it being loosely tied back into a ponytail. She sang a song I found irritating and boring. Holiday. Blah!
After seeing this video a few times it still did nothing for me. After enduring it yet again, at the end of the clip the television presenter mentioned another song by her and showed a short clip of it. That clip was Burning Up, her name was Madonna. Confusion reigned as I tried to reconcile that this girl was that girl. That faceless girl that sang that amazing song I’d fallen in love with on late night radio. It couldn’t be I thought, the songs were completely different.
The Burning Up video began to receive airplay, it was to be her next single. This Madonna girl was rolling around on a road, sexy and playful. I promptly rushed out and bought the 12” remix version, playing it over and over again. Her grainy black and white image on the cover, the choker chain around her neck. The gazillion bracelets and studded wrist bands she wore threw me over the edge. This is Madonna, not that girl flinging her arms in the air singing that awful Holiday song.
I was sitting in the hairdressers one sunny Saturday afternoon and heard something that piqued my attention. It was a song called Lucky Star, next was Borderline, then Burning Up! I had an endorphin rush. Madonna? My Madonna? Song after song captured my attention. Side two started. Ugh! Holiday. I was never an LP buyer, due to so many dud songs they usually contained. Shortly after I had that LP. I played it over and over and over again. Madonna oozed confidence. In interviews she came across as intelligent, self-assured, cocky, brass, sassy, and sexy, she knew what she wanted. Embracing being different, constantly defending herself to the media that kept trying to pull her down. I got her, I understood her. I wanted to be just like her!
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