Op-ed: Are You There, Madonna? It’s Me, Ari

Singer Ari Gold grew up with Madonna, and his admiration for the pop icon shines through his work.

BY Ari Gold

July 30 2013 7:00 AM ET

Sir Ari Gold

My best friend in elementary school, Nikki, was going to see Madonna’s Virgin Tour at Radio City Music Hall — without me. It was a Friday night, the Sabbath, and my parents, being observant Orthodox Jews, would not let me go. Nikki and I had been best friends since kindergarten but I felt like we were slowly growing apart. I was more upset that I might be losing her friendship than I was about missing the concert. Honestly, Madonna scared me. Her overt sexuality, her brazenness — it was something I didn’t understand and something I was scared of within myself.

When Nikki switched to a different school in 4th grade, I called her and asked her why she didn’t call me as often. Her response to me was, “Ari, sometimes people just grow apart." Her words stung and I had my first hard lesson in life and rejection.

As I tried to accept this new reality of people in my life leaving me or disappointing me, the masterpiece that is “Live To Tell” stunned my soul through the radio speakers. As I put the pieces of my heart back together I also put together all the songs that were uplifting me, songs like “Holiday,” Borderline” and “Lucky Star” and realized they were all by the same artist. I officially became a true blue Madonna fan. When she sang, “everybody is a star,” I thought Madonna was singing to only me.

The day I bought the Like A Prayer album changed me forever. I was living in the Bronx, where there was only one record store — literally and figuratively — on the other side of the train tracks. I took the bus by myself to go buy it when I was only used to subways. When I got back home, I saw my parents driving the car out of our building’s garage and realized I had forgotten about an important family function. I ran five blocks chasing after their blue Buick but they didn’t see me. I knew they would be furious at me when they got back, but at that point all I could do was go home alone, open my new CD, put my headphones on, and listen. The smell of patchouli wafted through the air as I tore open the oversized rectangular cardboard box CDs used to come in. The opening blast of a wailing guitar shot through my eardrums—not the “Like A Prayer” I remembered from the Pepsi commercial. This was a full sensory experience. I felt I was growing up as Madonna grew up. As I relished every word in the liner notes and absorbed the music and lyrics of "Like A Prayer," it was the message of “Express Yourself” and “Keep It Together” that foreshadowed the principal tenets of my young adult life.

Even though I was a professional child performer in show business, I remained fairly sheltered as I went to Yeshiva (Jewish parochial school) and stayed mostly amongst the orthodox Jewish community I grew up in. Madonna was the first voice to tell me it was OK to be gay, when my teachers, friends, brothers, and parents were telling me it was a sin. The only time I had the guts to even look at, let alone buy, a gay magazine was when I bought a copy of The Advocate because I thought it wouldn’t look suspicious as long as Madonna was on the cover. (As if wanting to buy a magazine simply because Madonna was on the cover wasn’t an immediate giveaway.) I delved deep into my fandom, winning first prize in the Vogueing contest at the annual Madonnathon conference, became a contributing writer in the official Madonna fanzine and won an advance copy of Sex and Erotica by being the 100th caller on z100. My college admissions essay was on Feminism and Madonna and it got me into NYU, where I ended up with straight A’s in Music and Gay, Lesbian & Transgender Studies. It was only a matter of time before I started writing songs from the perspective of being a gay man and performing in the New York gay club scene.

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