Now, what does it take to be a rockstar? While having breakfast, we were watching Madonna's concert. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen while she performed Like A Prayer at the Sticky & Sweet tour. She had this massive crowd in Argentina moving spontaneously at the same time in the same beat and chanting her name. You see faces crying and laughing at the same time. Say what you want to say, but this witch is a rockstar. Only rockstars can have a legion of followers who will worship their every move with bated breathe. I'm not a huge Madonna fan, but I will admit that if she does a concert here, I will watch. And I don't care if she lip-sings the entire hour. I'm not watching her because I want to hear her sing live. I want to see her perform live. She's like Michael Jackson. There should be at least one song of theirs that you like. I think, that's what rockstars are. You will acknowledge their talent, notwithstanding whatever diva tantrum they throw. You will still listen to their music, you will buy their album or stalk them on Twitter. They have this insane ability to drive an entire stadium of people to do their bidding, sort of like royalty.
Now, I'm missing the high you get when you're in a concert. It's like an explosion of endorphins. That should be part of my goal this year. To watch an amazing concert.
