Hollywood (from American Life, 2003)
After an intense round of guitar-heroine antics, Madonna apparently took a breather, as she vanished, replaced instead by a dancer, an acrobat, and a skateboarding hunk right
out of the X-Games. My companion was grinning from ear to ear, and I was enjoying
what contemplation I could out of the "Hollywood" evoking lyrics that were playing
sans singer. What if I went to Hollywood? Would I be as successful as Madonna was?
Like the ups and downs of the shirtless skateboarder, I know that's what I can expect.
What if my younger skateboarding brother had moved to LA instead of DC? Shudder.
A Brief Concert Review: Madonna
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