Better Than: The opening act.
Poor P!nk. Back in 2001, she was the pop star who wasn’t, dissing L.A. and Britney and singing songs for all the missundazstood suburbanites teenpop theoretically ignored. Ten years later, it looked like P!nk was moving away from pop just as pop was moving more towards P!nk: The most popular artists in the world were referring to the fans as animals and monsters, even going on to offer them pre-concert group therapy, and the one who had gone gold with the confessional “Family Portrait” hadn’t released a new album in three years and counting.
Then again, if there was one takeaway from Friday night’s Madison Square Garden show, it was that P!nk is doing just fine. True, she at one point referred to the Hives, they whose heavily affected take on “real rock” could have easily sent a less dedicated scribe home early, as one of the best bands in the world, but beyond that there were few lapses.
Entering from the ceiling, twirling in the air on ropes and sashes, and at one point spinning above the audience inside a giant gyroscope, the performance bore more in common with last year’s Michael Jackson Cirque de Soleil than it did with most arena concerts. It even had the one thing that Michael Jackson Cirque de Soleil lacked: some narrative thrust, opening with a crazed game show host pulling P!nk from the audience but mostly letting the songs take over from there.
You never would have guessed it in 2011, but the best of those songs mostly came from last year’s The Truth About Love, a record strong enough to convince you that the cheeky …So Far!!! appended to the title was more than just talk. If you don’t mind skipping to the last page, the Truth, at least P!nk’s version of it, isn’t just that love hurts but that love is hurt. She makes this clearest on “True Love” (as in, “I hate you so much I think it must be”) and “Try,” but if on Friday you were listening to the words on the latter you were probably just wondering why they weren’t as good as the dancing, which was extraordinary.
That’s the other thing about P!nk: She might try to distance herself from the major pop stars, but her dancing is better than just about all of them. Exhibit A: the music video for “Try,” which puts the singer in the desert with a male dancer who appears to be even stronger than she, and the two proceed to throw each other, flip each other, push each other, and hold each other, a pair of people detoxing after who knows how many years of love and hurt.
There was some of that in the tour choreography, but there was also a verse and chorus when P!nk was alone, swinging and twisting among some of those ropes that occasionally fell from the ceiling, the second-person hook turning in on itself as if the singer were working to discipline her mind as she had disciplined her body. Later, introducing a song whose title escapes me, she told the crowd that “for the next three minutes, no one in here is allowed to be a good dancer,” but even her bad dancing was good, endearingly goofy with an imprecision that can only be achieved through years of practice.
After encoring with “Glitter in the Air,” the screens above the stage lit up with bloopers and behind the scenes tour footage featuring the singer, her band, and her daughter Willow. P!nk– she’s just like us! It’s an attitude that seemed to appeal both to the crowd and to the tour’s sponsors. “I, believe it or not, have always been a make-up girl,” she told the crowd in a pre-show advertisement. The emphasis, as you might have guessed, was on the “believe it or not.”
Raise Your Glass
Walk of Shame
Just Like a Pill
U + Ur Hand
Leave Me Alone
Just Give Me A Reason
Are We All We Are
How Come You’re Not Here
Most Girls – There You Go – You Make Me Sick
Slut Like You
Blow Me One Last Kiss
Glitter in the Air