{"id":39571,"date":"2019-11-14T13:24:40","date_gmt":"2019-11-14T19:24:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beintheloopchicago.com\/?p=39571"},"modified":"2019-11-15T22:09:47","modified_gmt":"2019-11-16T04:09:47","slug":"concert-review-lana-del-rey-brings-norman-fing-rockwell-tour-to-sold-out-aragon-ballroom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beintheloopchicago.com\/?p=39571","title":{"rendered":"Concert Review: Lana Del Rey Brings ‘Norman Fucking Rockwell!’ Tour To Sold Out Aragon Ballroom"},"content":{"rendered":"

What\u2019s a 63-year-old former heavy metal magazine editor doing in line outside a century old ballroom swollen full of siren worshipping teens and twenties? In all candor, I asked (well, kinda begged) for this assignment. Why? Because Norman Fucking Rockwell! <\/em>is a picturesque, poetic post card and melodic masterpiece. And frankly, Lana del Rey blows all seven of my chakras. So sure, the kids wrapped around the block in the freezing cold are all worked up, but no more so than your humble middle-aged narrator who\u2019ll soon be standing at the sound board, dead center, poised for transcendence.<\/p>\n

As I wait at the box office window for my ticket, I overhear a nearby conversation. \u201cWe got scammed!\u201d weeps a misty-eyed fair maiden standing behind me. Dressed to chill in her finest Woodstock era threads, she and her BFF drove all the way from Three Lakes Wisconsin for this rare, intimate theater appearance of the freshly crowned\u00a0Rolling Stone<\/em>\u00a0cover girl in town for one special performance to promote the critically acclaimed NFR.<\/em> \u201cWhy do people lie and steal?\u201d queries the innocent fan, dreams shattered, mascara running, hopes failing. \u201cWe drove almost seven hours to see Lana. She\u2019s the light of our lives.\u201d\u00a0Sigh sigh. Bang bang. Kiss kiss.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m basically doing what Lana tells me.\u201d whispers Lucy Dacus, guitar strumming opener and obvious gal pal (how else could she land so sacred a spot on the bill?) before busting into a short but lively set that features a delicious cover of Springsteen\u2019s \u201cDancing in the Dark.\u201d As the ballroom floor swells toward airtight capacity, I secure my spot near the mixing board with the railed off sanctuary of sound folk and spontaneously engage two west of Brooklyn babies sporting feathers in their hair and clearly high on hydroponic weed. Fifteen minutes until the headlining heroine materializes, Ellen and Emily share their insights on the divine del Rey.<\/p>\n

\u201cLana has carefully constructed her persona,\u201d offers Ellen the brunette whose favorite word is constructed<\/em>. \u201cI think what attracts her to so many women is that she\u2019s constructed a brand that so many of us would like to create for ourselves. It\u2019s mysterious, it\u2019s sexy, and it\u2019s vulnerable<\/em>.\u201d With that last word, blonde Emily joins the chorus, almost on cue. They giggle like schoolgirls on a bathroom cigarette break. \u201cAll art is consciously constructed,\u201d adds Ellen, the Loyola graduate\/alternative schoolteacher\/poet. \u201cIn the \u2018Born to Die\u2019 video, she\u2019s singing to tigers in a church, knowing full well that Forever 21 is selling tons of merchandise with crosses on \u2018em. There\u2019s the artist person, and there\u2019s the art. I don\u2019t think Lana the person has been affected or polluted by her success like other stars, Chris Brown or R Kelly for example, they\u2019re shameless Capitalists. There\u2019s a difference between exploiting things and being a creative human striving to produce art in this capitalist society that we\u2019re all trapped inside. Lana can project poverty, cinematically, whereas I\u2019m a public schoolteacher who creates art and is actually poor!\u201d Most likely the tickets and tour tee put a large dent in their tiny disposable income budget.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m full of life!\u201d roars Ellen, her excitement visibly rising as showtime is eminent. The vibration in the room is way past electric, more like volcanic. \u201cEmily and I have so many things to be thankful for. All I need is Lana, my cat, my students and PBR!\u201d Okay, I was mistaken. It wasn\u2019t hydroponic weed. \u201cWe did this shot and beer combo so we\u2019re kinda toasty,\u201d confesses Emily. \u201cEllen loves \u2018Cinnamon Girl. So do I. God, I hope she sings that! And \u2018How to Disappear. And \u2018the Next Great American Record\u2019. Oh my God, we both love every song on Norman. \u2018Head in my hands while you cover me blue\u2019 who the fuck writes lyrics like that? No one but Lana!\u201d<\/p>\n

Lights down. The girl tonsil roar is deafening like Duran Duran Rio<\/em> tour \u00e0 la \u201982, LA Forum. I was there. Loudest, high-pitch, broken dish, apoplectic concert rattle I ever witnessed. Or the Beatles at Shea Stadium in \u201964. Missed that one. I was only eight. With the opening provocative verse of the album\u2019s title track on the giant screen, the star slides into view, past the grand piano into full grand view. \u201cGoddamn, man-child, you fucked me so good I almost said I love you.\u201d The crowd sings every verse, as they will for the majority of the set, delivered with reverent familiarity and boundless enthusiasm. She sidles into the whimsical \u201cBartender\u201d where I\u2019m thrust back to my la la land roots.<\/p>\n

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All the ladies of the canyon
\nWearing black to the house parties
\nCrosby, Stills and Nash is playing
\nWine is flowing with Bacardi
\nBut sometimes girls just want to have fun
\nThe poetry inside of me is warm like a gun<\/em><\/p>\n

Thinking about my old pal, Harvey Kubernik, acclaimed author and musicologist whose 2009 coffee table volume, Canyon of Dreams<\/em>, laid the literary foundation for the multimedia Laurel rage of today. I turned him onto Lana recently. He was envious of my sojourn and offered up a thought. \u201cThe rustic ethos, freedom and indelible influence of Laurel Canyon wordsmiths and their audio scriptures obviously informed her current journey. I\u2019m all in on Lana and her trip.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Three songs in, Best Coasts’ Bethany Cosentino takes the mic as the headliner proclaims, \u201cI\u2019m gonna go sit on a swing.\u201d Her sense of aloofness is effortless, almost dreamy. The audience of femme worshippers are barely flummoxed. This woman can do no wrong in their eyes. Crowd roars as the muse returns with the anthemic, \u201cBorn to Die.\u201d Sonic rapture. \u201cWanna fuck you hard in the pouring rain.\u201d She gave up kissing hard years ago. Moving off the front stage for her connective sequence with the pit worshippers, the fans contract from the rear and push forward as the lights dim to bordello red; struggling to get close enough to perhaps score a personal nod, wink, or even a kiss. Screen shows her traversing the first couple row, collecting bunches of flowers, leaving elevated blood pressure and tears in her wake. \u201cI\u2019m so fucking lucky thank you so fucking much!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will love you \u2018til the end time,\u201d from \u201cBlue Jeans,\u201d expands every set of lungs in the joint; a soaring moment of tribal ecstatic unity. \u201cI Fall to Pieces\u201d follows, slow and sultry. The band is sparse, but their sound is full. I\u2019m watching the fans; lovers, hookups, long short and no term at all. It\u2019s date night in Chicago with the aphrodisiac balladeer. \u201cWhite Mustang,\u201d and \u201cPretty When You Cry,\u201d slow dance high temperature, Lana never breaks a sweat, swaddled in the tempered urgency that bubbles the blood regardless of tempo.<\/p>\n

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She is a genuine iconoclast and more importantly, a revolution\/sea change in music, attitude and song composition who represents a seismic shift in the same way Nirvana or NWA rearranged the music and culture of their time. \u00a0She makes other formidable singer\/songwriters seem quaint and outdated. As an artist \u2013 to elaborate on what young Ellen opined earlier \u2013 the enchantress del Rey conveys a maturity with that vulnerability, an original aura of mystery in a sepia tone cinematic sense, like Lauren Bacall or her partial namesake, Lana Turner.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re gonna do a medley from a bunch of songs from the last few records.\u201d Time out. What was that? Snippets? I\u2019m old school, never dug the circumcised radio edits of classic songs. I grew up on the seven-minute \u2018Hey Jude,\u201d pre-teen ear pressed to the speaker until the last na na<\/em> chant and McCartney howl evaporated into the either like a struck gong. I surmise the medley and abbreviated \u201cSummertime Sadness\u201d and \u201cDoin\u2019 Time\u201d are how she can offer the fans a greater selection of her resplendent tune cache.<\/p>\n

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She thanks us for coming out and surfs into \u201cVenice Bitch.\u201d Will it be the visionary nine min psychedelic Tommy James jam I viewed about a hundred times when it previewed months ago on You Tube with the mesmerizing Emerson Lake & Palmer \u201870s moog solo and atmospheric outro? Not exactly but we did get some badass guitar feedback to send the faithful out into the frosty Chicago night with a fire in their heart and glow in the soul. Lights up no encore, ninety minutes min to the note. Like Ellen said, consciously constructed.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been spinning the catalog non-stop for more than a year, even got my hands on several dozen unreleased tracks, early demos, melodic embryos of the girl wonder. Search the web for \u201cBig Bad Wolf\u201d or the Phil Spector-esque \u201cDriving in Cars with Boys; even the tracks that didn\u2019t make the cut are brilliant. Regards this particular performance \u2013 my virgin live dance with the damsel – did I long to hear the two most exquisite existential ballads of the decade, \u201cMariner\u2019s Apartment Complex\u201d and \u201cHope is a Dangerous Thing?\u201d Of course. Probably best they weren\u2019t in the set. I would have needed paramedics and CPR. But God damn, who am I to argue with her method? She\u2019s beautiful and I\u2019m insane. And we\u2019re all American made.<\/p>\n

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Tonight, LDR steamed up the storied roaring \u201920s mob owned lounge and made five thousand mostly millennials (and one well-traveled back aching, no longer young and beautiful writer) feel \u2026 young and beautiful. My 29-year-old daughter is a genuine Brooklyn Baby, writer, environmental activist, lives in Greenpoint. Born and raised in the same place as her father, not far from Laurel Canyon, southern California, where Venice bitches swim and do sweet time in the sunshine, getting high on the beach, pretty baby bye bye. She says Lana creates anthems for women who have to deal with man children their entire lives. One of the things that hit me about her writing, particularly the oft referenced “man\/child” is the ability to simultaneously love and hate something, embrace, yet reject in one sweeping emotion or thought. \u00a0She’s a feminist, yet an anti-feminist.<\/p>\n

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Above all, I was enamored by her surreal velvet grasp of the audience and by their unshakeable devotion. If she proclaimed on stage \u201cI\u2019m taking off my bathing suit\u201d, walked out the front door and marched down the concrete avenue to Lake Michigan and asked who\u2019s going swimming with me, every single fan would joyfully drop their clothes on the sidewalk and leap buck naked into the frozen water without batting a pierced eyelid.<\/p>\n

Living for Lana. Born to freeze and die. For Lana.<\/p>\n

Bang bang, kiss kiss.<\/p>\n

Lonn M. Friend<\/p>\n

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For more on Lana Del Rey, click here<\/a><\/p>\n

For photos from the show at the Aragon Ballroom, click here<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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