right on

i don't read the times a whole lot, but when they had a review of the madonna concert i missed, i gave it a click. and i found this little gem:

"No matter: by the time she sang "Hung Up," the ecstatic, Abba-sampling hit from "Confessions," the draggy middle was all but forgotten. When pop stars sing about clubs, they're often singing about leaving them: the whole reason they go is to find someone to leave with. But there's not much that's flirtatious or suggestive about "Hung Up." It sounds, on the contrary, like the work of someone who has realized that there is no after-party: the party is all there is, and what happens on the dance floor isn't a means to an end, it is the end.

You don't go there to leave, or to somehow transcend it; you go there to stay as long as you can. Maybe it takes a 47-year-old pop star to figure that out."

stop waiting for the after party; party while we're here. yeah, right on, nytimes.