Cyndi Lauper review – a freedom fighter’s swan song
The O2, LondonForty years after her feminist breakout hit, the New York singer bows out of live performance with a show rich in colourful pop and personal anecdotes, while never losing sight of women’s basic rights…We all know exactly how this gig ends. Or we think we do. There can only be one finale to Cyndi Lauper’s farewell tour set, soundtracking the streamer explosions garlanding a sea of upheld phones – Girls Just Want to Have Fun, a female-forward anthem from 1983 that hasn’t left hits radio playlists since.Originally written by Robert Hazard, the song was refashioned by Lauper into a paean to women’s pleasure and freedom. It staked a claim to living life in brightly hued contrast to the lives her mother, her aunts, their female neighbours in Queens, New York – and many of their Sicilian foremothers – had put up with. The dancers in the video intentionally featured a range of ethnicities, the conga line dragged in a diverse array of party people and passersby. Everyone wanted fun, the track screamed. Everyone deserved choice and autonomy over how they spent their time. Continue reading...

The O2, London
Forty years after her feminist breakout hit, the New York singer bows out of live performance with a show rich in colourful pop and personal anecdotes, while never losing sight of women’s basic rights…
We all know exactly how this gig ends. Or we think we do. There can only be one finale to Cyndi Lauper’s farewell tour set, soundtracking the streamer explosions garlanding a sea of upheld phones – Girls Just Want to Have Fun, a female-forward anthem from 1983 that hasn’t left hits radio playlists since.
Originally written by Robert Hazard, the song was refashioned by Lauper into a paean to women’s pleasure and freedom. It staked a claim to living life in brightly hued contrast to the lives her mother, her aunts, their female neighbours in Queens, New York – and many of their Sicilian foremothers – had put up with. The dancers in the video intentionally featured a range of ethnicities, the conga line dragged in a diverse array of party people and passersby. Everyone wanted fun, the track screamed. Everyone deserved choice and autonomy over how they spent their time. Continue reading...