My wife came home last night with a look of confusing shame on her face. I asked her what she was up to but she refused to give me a straight answer. I didn’t want to come off suspicious, but … I proceeded to poke and prod her until she gave up her dirty little secret. From inside her hoody pocket she pulled out a RedBox that should have been a copy of “Debbie Does Dallas” by the way she was holding it.
“There wasn’t anything good and I just really wanted to see it,” she half-heartedly justified. I don’t remember how the rest of the conversation went but I do remember that at around 10:00 at night, I was watching Katy Perry’s life story. A roller coaster of intrigue and music was mixed with eye-rolls and exacerbated sighs. The movie depicted a sheltered daughter of a Pentecostal preacher who is inspired and transformed by the “hard-core” music of Alanis Morisette and then transcended into the bubble-gum, candy-land queen she is today (oh yeah, and that whole Russell Brand thing).
Whether you like Katy Perry’s music or not, there is no denying that she brings a slew of screaming/crying crowds. It was mostly fun to see the immense travelling production of a multi-platinum selling superstar. DanceBands puts on some pretty large and intense productions across America, but I was blown away by the sheer size of each of her shows. Something like 15 semi-truck loads of gear were being sent from continent to continent. It was seriously like moving a small city across the world; and the team of producers, designers, make-up artists, dancers, engineers, etc. etc. etc. all to make this girl’s VERY bright-colored vision a reality… Welcome, Welcome one and all to Katy Perry’s Fabulous, Fantastic, Fruity-Filled Travelling Circus!!! Her cartoony world makes MJ’s fantasies & behavior seem grounded.