KThe current of Ylie Minogue Tension tower is a glorious show. The dancers prowl around the geometric staircases in strange hats, which feels delightfully pets. There is a disco ball big enough to permanently dazzle each member of the public. A visual shows a black film by Mrs. Minogue as a kind of detective from Vainée de Chagrin; A display panel in its street scene Pluvieux incorporates the location of each tour date to ask: “Feel alone in Sheffield?” Call Kylie… ”And she’s there in the middle of all this, resplendent in blue PVC; A combination of red spanguent red; One thing of Kaftan sewn together from what looks like a neon police band, sporting the classic Kylie Heartbeat Monitor logo.
Kylie is one of our most generous artists: not above adding the locomotor to the setlist according to the public’s request, her stupidity young contrasting with dance, a magnificent discreet country on mortality. The expansion of the show made even more exasperated to be forced to testify to it in part via the digital camera of the seated man next to me, which has passed The whole concert – And I mean every second – Training of her private objective on Kylie through the wobbly 10x zoom.
Everyone now has their phone at the concerts, especially the big pop shows: it is an inevitable fact of live music. Looking at the bottom of our seats at any time at any time in the show was to see a spark of small rectangles, and that’s good. Teenagers often get blame for that, but Kylie is a crowd enough. I am not safe either – I generally limit myself to a single concert photo, just so that the event lives in my camera bread, but I may have taken a dozen of all the fascinating sets.
But there is something deeply frightening about Camera Guy, an element of most concerts that present a female artist. I was standing next to this – always of average age or older – dozens of times, watching him maintain a trembling concentration on women on stage with his former silver Olympus, and I wonder what he will do with these photos and sequences later. Whether his intentions are shady or simply trains, her tireless examination feels disturbing for women and musicians from the public who do not comply with women.
As interpreters in a paying public setting, they are obviously there to be examined, but there is a difference between a reciprocal exchange with an understanding and respectful audience, and feeling monitored. Inference is that women only exist here to be watched, perceived as visual stimuli at best, at worst sexual objects. It is quite serious to realize that someone watches you frightening in public – a behavior that has been prohibited from the London public transport network since 2022 – not to mention, I imagine, noticing to be looked at so carefully when you try to present a show in your own terms. In this dynamic, it is the interpreter who generally commands the room, but the objective perpetually invasive undermines this power, reminding them that they are only an object to be captured.
I have spoken to many female artists, some of whom are distressingly young, who hate DCG’s sight but feel that they cannot talk about him for fear of alienating paying fans or being perceived as ungrateful and Upppity dogs. I also talked to several of my own male friends in the forties and fifties who are worried about being tarmac with the same brush, who fear going to concerts alone or to stand anywhere near the front in case they are perceived as perverts who did not come to listen to music. In case you think I was overestimating this, one of those friends sent me a text saying that he had stood next to a DCG to Wet leg In London this weekend, and looked with horror the man did not zoom out freezing on the group’s legs and tramps.
I am sure that most DCGs do not take pictures to go later (you would have a job, via all the pixels). But in any case, the lack of self -awareness makes so many other people in the crowd deeply uncomfortable, leading them to question their entirely equal place in this environment. I felt Icky every time I accidentally brushed the guy sitting next to me on Friday. I had the reminder closer to Kylie at first glance like a ear worm since, but this feeling of discomfort is the thing that I really can’t get out of my head. DCG: Please stop it.
