Good evening, babeeezzz. I've emerged from my crypt to write a piece for Idolator called Madonna’s ‘Confessions On A Dance Floor’ Turns 10: Backtracking. It's an anniversary joint. Here's the opening bit for all you discolettes:
It was Madonna’s 47th birthday and she was seriously hung up. Fans had been waiting for over two years for new music, when a horse bucked our Lady Of The Manor right into an English hospital with a broken collarbone, hand and ribs. Going into fall of 2005, Madonna had something to prove. In the highs and lows of her career, 2003’s tense, folky American Life was a comedown from the successes of Ray Of Light and Music. Those fans felt they’d allowed their queen her Indigo Girls moment and now they wanted classic Madonna dance jams. Rumors circulated about a single inspired by ABBA and then… SPLAT! Just weeks before she was to release her new single, she was busted up, drugged up and out of her usual control. The first thought was not really for Madonna… “Umm, is the album delayed?”Note that I wrote this while spinning the gorgeous double pink disc of this gem. Fabulous.