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From the musical Bye Bye Birdie. Watch all the way through, Ann Margret is hot and the dancing is great.
 

From the musical Bye Bye Birdie. Watch all the way through, Ann Margret is hot and the dancing is great.
 

I just found this. I LOVE these type where Lana first comes out and her fans go crazy. This is short but turn the volume down.
 

Here it is, enjoy. Safe holidays everyone
 

This may have been posted but WOW, her voice is great. Wrong audience that's all.
 

Nice quality vid.
 

Here's a YT clip
 

I had a feeling she mentioned the name of the uncle that taught her guitar in an interview so I checked and it was Tim, not Dave. May he rest in peace

According to everything that I could find, Dave was Rob's brother.

I remember her doing that a lot at the start of Blue Jeans
https://youtu.be/bx3xvcBOVhg

I was browsing around photos of the show and came across this image:

Does anyone know during what song she did this? She used to have Blake grind on her during every show at the end of Body Electric, but I'm curious to know when this happened since she removed that off of the setlist for the past two tours. I used to love seeing that live, she's so cute.
 
 
 

Nice little review.
 
https://www.goss.ie/lana-del-rey-stunned-electric-picnic-last-night/

Oh well, she can still quit.
 
There was a Toronto paper that wasn't as kind. This is a very good review and more in depth from the Montreal Gazette!!
 
Bad girl.
Here was Osheaga, now an alt-fest institution, with its massive mainstream appeal leavened by presenting the cutting edge, the gritty, the raucous, the bands jumping around. And here was the girl who was gonna f*** it all up.
And that’s a compliment. You just knew Lana Del Rey’s stage set would look like Sunset Boulevard meets L.A. Confidential, and with the stage surname in blue neon script above the backdrop drapery, and the trees in the stage wings, you were there. The damage-magnet noir princess of the songs, the helplessly lethal fatale was here to bring stardom and poise…
And what initially seemed like a programming whaat now looks like a masterstroke. In a short yellow lacey dress, peace earrings and almost cloggy sandals, she looked like a post-Manson Girl as she entered to Cruel World and shrieks of delight from the huge Parc Jean-Drapeau crowd.
  You had that feeling, that some were here to worship and some were here to rubberneck in case of a trainwreck. For here was what a true live music fan should expect… no, hope for, from the live arena, from a festival: a risk. The possibility that the show would stumble, the performer would underwhelm, that it could all fall down the stairs.
Forget it. After the relationship drama of Cola and Blue Jeans, with her band laying down the burbling undertow, Del Rey heard someone in the crowd yelp something. “Chelsea Hotel, you mean?”
Pause. And then, casually asking the fan out there to prompt her once or twice, she sang Leonard Cohen a cappella, and you were in the presence of a fusion of genuine noir pop and concept performance art. And therefore, a kind of greatness.
She followed it with Born To Die, switching the mic from the hand she was smoking with – or rather, accessorizing with a cigarette. Regardless, I don’t recall the last time I saw a female singer do it like that, but it would probably have been on black and white TV.
And here was that most uncommon of creatures: a girl who doesn’t want to dance. No, never mind – this girl didn’t want to move. Every half-shuffle of her leg was like a slo-mo from some narcotized girl-group video, but make no mistake, this was a singer in complete control of her aesthetic and her performance.
Smokey-voiced, she also trilled and cooed, and for all the hothouse quality of that singing, it’s better than you’d credit. She delivered like every song was a Lynchian dream sequence before someone gets artfully whacked in shmancy retro clothes; or the heroine drifts into her eternal barbiturate nap. Summertime Sadness sounded like The Carpenters under a billion-ton minor key made of Quaaludes. Amazing.
But every wave of her hand drew shrieks. “Been waiting for a long time to get here,” she said of Montreal. “Not so far, really, from where I grew up.” True, Elizabeth Grant of Lake Placid. “It’s amazing to hear you sing along to the words.”
And they did, not that it knocked her off her woozy focus. Honeymoon and High By the Beach were accompanied by the final night of the La Ronde fireworks competition, a perfect L.A. gauze-fantasy. But as the world was ending by pyro in the sky over La Ronde to her left and she was, like, whatevs.
Which doesn’t mean she wasn’t engaged. After Yayo (simple and gorgeous, solo on Flying V) and Video Games, she slo-o-owly descended to meet the crowd and spent five minutes taking smiling selfies. It was charmingly odd and vice versa.
The encore of Off to the Races had her in a barely-mobile shuffle with her African-American backing vocalists and after that inescapably hooky chorus, she floated off with a kiss goodbye.
The bad girl of the songs was an oddly undeniable heroine. And if that was an L.A. script, Osheaga just earned its strangest Oscar.

Born to Die

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-lSk-hsdD/

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-hVXVgM0I/

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-MaLEhPD-/

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-RzFdAVoL/

High By The Beach

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-aVWYDZHo

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ9o-17h8NP/

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-kE_Lh3Xi/ (bad audio?)

Summertime Sadness

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-hodzj0Wk/

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ9_RDThCHz/

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ90ZAtDT6f/

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ9AOFdAVh3/

Ultraviolence

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-bwGyDUgt

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ99ODshcc4/

Cruel World

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-P15YD6tF

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-VhoNhcmH/

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-RHuSjDDh/

Honeymoon

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ9MZ1_AZCq/

Cola

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ9Jnl_BBlZ/

Yayo

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ-ER-xB24r/

https://www.instagram.com/p/BJ9-cJBDuf1/

Summertime Sadness from VIP - https://instagram.com/p/BJ9AOFdAVh3/
Born to Die close up with amazing vocals - https://instagram.com/p/BJ9Ewk0DlNp/

My fantasy concert would be an indoor venue with seats. (Reserved and I would have front row) No pit. A pure "concert" for the music where it is about Lana and the band and her beautiful voice. By that I mean not about Lana the OMG it's Lana Del Rey, YASSS Queen, I am going to cry etc. All the fandom and hero worship stuff. (Of which I am a big part) No sing alongs, or phones. Just an opportunity to hear the music. I am not putting the other stuff down as I am a part of that but seeing her live is actually a very draining experience. Like I said it's just a fantasy. Sigh.

My fantasy concert would be an indoor venue with seats. (Reserved and I would have front row) No pit. A pure "concert" for the music where it is about Lana and the band and her beautiful voice. By that I mean not about Lana the OMG it's Lana Del Rey, YASSS Queen, I am going to cry etc. All the fandom and hero worship stuff. (Of which I am a big part) No sing alongs, or phones. Just an opportunity to hear the music. I am not putting the other stuff down as I am a part of that but seeing her live is actually a very draining experience. Like I said it's just a fantasy. Sigh.

My fantasy concert would be an indoor venue with seats. (Reserved and I would have front row) No pit. A pure "concert" for the music where it is about Lana and the band and her beautiful voice. By that I mean not about Lana the OMG it's Lana Del Rey, YASSS Queen, I am going to cry etc. All the fandom and hero worship stuff. (Of which I am a big part) No sing alongs, or phones. Just an opportunity to hear the music. I am not putting the other stuff down as I am a part of that but seeing her live is actually a very draining experience. Like I said it's just a fantasy. Sigh.

My fantasy concert would be an indoor venue with seats. (Reserved and I would have front row) No pit. A pure "concert" for the music where it is about Lana and the band and her beautiful voice. By that I mean not about Lana the OMG it's Lana Del Rey, YASSS Queen, I am going to cry etc. All the fandom and hero worship stuff. (Of which I am a big part) No sing alongs, or phones. Just an opportunity to hear the music. I am not putting the other stuff down as I am a part of that but seeing her live is actually a very draining experience. Like I said it's just a fantasy. Sigh.

Love it!

Here is my latest Lana and Bob video!! A little shout out to Lanaboards. Enjoy
 

I loved watching that video! You sound very wise and very comical also. I feel like Lana would totally love you 

It's funny that Lana has a pass around her neck. I could see her getting locked out of the stage area trying to convince some security guy who she was.

would have never happend. she was the only artist that has been relevant during the last 20 years to perform there.

@@FredRed  Paul Simon on his new album has a song "Wristband" which is about being locked out of a arena he was singing at when he went out for a smoke (proverbially) and couldn't get back in.
 
and last year Paul McCartney wasn't recognized by a security guard either