![]() Their fluid movements swirl across the stage, creating a performance of their own that blends in with Del Rey’s vocals. Her two female back-up dancers spend the evening on stage with Del Ray. Del Rey typically chooses center stage to whisk the crowd away, but other times she perches herself in the vine-wrapped swing to the left, or sprawl herself across the grand piano on the right. The show is a whirlwind of ballads that flowed one right after the other. The first line that comes out of her mouth swirls around the audience and evokes an eruption of emotional karaoke along with her: “Goddamn manchild, / you fucked me so good I almost said ‘I love you.’” From those first notes on, Del Rey takes the audience with her on an ethereal journey through the highlights of her entire discography. She looks as if she belongs on the stage at Woodstock rather than a neon-lit ballroom in the middle of Iowa. Her brown hair- straight as a pin- is tied halfway up in a braid. She drifts out onto the stage in a white gown, cinched at the waist by a tan belt. Then, her band comes out on stage and settles into their respective spots, they start out the orchestral swell and the all-too-familiar piano melody of “Norman fucking Rockwell.” Once Lana Del Rey appears from backstage, the crowd erupts. Her audience patiently waits, not caring about her tardiness. 8:45pm, almost an hour past when Lana Del Rey was scheduled to perform at the small ballroom in Des Moines. ![]()
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