Lady GaGa in Tel Aviv: Madonna, She Wasn't

With minimal clothing, racy anecdotes, and a limited repertoire, GaGa teased more than she pleased.

Lady GaGa may have fallen in love with Israel, but after Wednesday night's concert in Tel Aviv, it's doubtful that many Israelis fell in love with her.

The most oft-repeated comments heard throughout her hour-long concert at the Exhibition Grounds were impatient calls for her greatest hit "Poker Face" - presumably so that the audience could leave.

Thousands of teenagers, all wearing bandanas emblazoned with the logo of the show sponsors, cheered as after a 45-minute wait, the curtain rose on the would-be princess of pop. Lady GaGa was clad in an outfit that more than ended the YouTube clip fuelled debate on her gender, and gave most of the young males in the crowd their first glimpse of a real, half-naked woman.

Thousands of cell phones were hoisted to capture her entrance, and joyous shrieks accompanied the opening bars of her current hit Paparazzi. But it soon became clear that GaGa had a tough crowd.

Inviting audience members to expose their genitalia and show her what they want her to do with them, Lady GaGa was trying to turn them on. And when that didn't prove to be a crowd pleaser, the singer reached for her extensive Hebrew vocabulary. "Shalom," she said.

She changed into four outfits over the course of the show, each shinier, more bizarre, and more provocative than the one before. And the crowd remained indifferent, while calls for Poker Face resounded.

GaGa kept doing what she could, the best she could - singing, flirting with the crowd, and dancing, in a routine that one would expect from "So You Think You Can Dance?"

And then, it happened. The moment everyone was waiting for. Lady knew it too, and lapped up the attention.

Lady GaGa did two versions to her massive hit; an acoustic version which seemed to go on forever, and which also included a (too long) story of how she "did it" while covered in Dead Sea mud, and then the real thing.

The amateur performance disappeared and the air was suddenly electric. Lady GaGa had finally done it, and the crowd was on fire.

By the end of the evening, the racy chick from New York could tick off another check in her notebook. Israel: Done.

Perhaps the time we see her round these parts, if she's smart enough to push herself forward by producing more trashy and catchy dance-pop, we'll probably get a more complex, more professional GaGa, with more songs, and a timeless hit or two.

Can anyone say Madonna?