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EMI’s Magical Mystery Tour – Chapter 3: Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream
And so it turned out our next Mystery Stop was the Plaza Ballroom for the exclusive Katy Perry Mastercard Show. The spectacular venue was packed with punters of all ages, shapes, & sizes – far more so than we expected!
After drinking some intensely coloured cocktails in electrified martini glasses and finding the best vantage spot, Katy burst out onto stage amid The Strangeloves’ I Want Candy – highly appropriate for the iconic Candy Girl.
Post-show, we had the great pleasure of meeting Katy and presenting her with a double platinum plaque for California Gurls. Pictures are below, but here is our newest EMI resident Bianca’s take on the evening’s events.
Bianca is also a talented music journalist and heads up the blog Writers Anonymous – How To Be An Unsuccessful Writer And Annoy People.
Add to that the amount of requests I have been getting for a copy of Katy’s album with the words “Shhh don’t tell anyone” following it, and you have a down right and dirty closet case of pop hipster-hysteria. They even ask for posters, and are really excited about the fact the album is going to smell like cotton candy (no, it actually is). I’ll keep my promise and not divulge names.
So the scene is set for a ‘phenomenon’. Not even Gaga has reached out to editors of hipster blogs and electro obsessors alike… And what an unlikely hero: Katy Perry, complete with cupcake bra and sugary sweet refrains.
But here’s the catch: the beauty is in the cross over. Those who remember UR So Gay, one of Katy’s first singles, knew she had it in her – but flash forward a few years and who would’ve thought she would be screaming “Cock, Cock, Cock!” to 14 year olds in the front row. Sure, it’s in the context of her song Peacock in which she sings “I wanna see your Peacock, Cock, Cock, Cock”, but there’s no doubting that those little kids know exactly what they’re mimicking. Especially when you add to that the fact that KP is thrusting in time with each ‘Cock’. Wow.
But then again, the last word in UR So Gay IS “penis”. There seems to be some kind of pattern here…
It’s this kind of brazen live act which screams out ‘try-hard’ on the surface, but for some reason in person, there is absolutely no irony. It seems entirely in line with her character. This angel with a dirty mouth schtick isn’t so much a schtick as entirely genuine. It’s who she really is.
Add to that the fact that the second she picked up a guitar, every music journo and blogger in the room immediately focus on those fingers to tear her apart. They were writing the sentences in their head, laughing internally; what a try hard! She can’t play guitar! But… she can.
Her vocals are flawless, her manner is sweet and funny, and no matter how hard you try, you are swept into a sad ocean of personal lameness – finding yourself singing along to every word you never knew you knew, and dancing like a tool to Teenage Dream. Putting your hands in the air like you just don’t care with strangers you just met at the bar. Bonding over California Girls with your workmates.
Here’s my advice people: Give in. It’s great in here in the pop closet… plus, it smells like cotton candy.
Next stop… the afterparty!
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