Cool, I was wondering what that smell was. Does this mean we've finally arrived? Or do we have to wait until Justin Bieber is spotted in line at Taylor.
Gaga's concert at the Verizon Center was top notch. She sang and danced her ass off. And to top it off, she spoke her mind about equality and sang Happy Birthday to two audience members. I'm stoked that she chose our local Yoga studio to get her sweat on!
Gaga’s insipid songs, with their nursery-rhyme nonsense syllables, to the title and hypnotic refrain of the first Madonna song and video to bring her attention on MTV, Burning Up, with its elemental fire imagery and its then-shocking offer of fellatio. In place of Madonna’s valiant life force, what we find in Gaga is a disturbing trend towards mutilation and death… Gaga is in way over her head with her avant-garde pretensions… She wants to have it both ways – to be hip and avant-garde and yet popular and universal, a practitioner of gung-ho “show biz”. Most of her worshippers seem to have had little or no contact with such powerful performers as Tina Turner or Janis Joplin, with their huge personalities and deep wells of passion. Generation Gaga doesn’t identify with powerful vocal styles because their own voices have atrophied: they communicate mutely via a constant stream of atomised, telegraphic text messages. Gaga’s flat affect doesn’t bother them because they’re not attuned to facial expressions. Gaga's fans are marooned in a global technocracy of fancy gadgets but emotional poverty. Borderlines have been blurred between public and private: reality TV shows multiply, cell phone conversations blare everywhere; secrets are heedlessly blabbed on Facebook and Twitter. Hence, Gaga gratuitously natters on about her vagina… In short she sucks.
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Cool, I was wondering what that smell was. Does this mean we've finally arrived? Or do we have to wait until Justin Bieber is spotted in line at Taylor.
I saw Nicki Minaj at Horace and Dickeys
Man she sucks
Gaga's concert at the Verizon Center was top notch. She sang and danced her ass off. And to top it off, she spoke her mind about equality and sang Happy Birthday to two audience members.
I'm stoked that she chose our local Yoga studio to get her sweat on!
Lady GAGA is tons of fun, and nice to have in the neighborhood. I suspect that she would love Horace and Dickie. I suspect the smell was Judy Collins.
Paglia says it best -
Gaga’s insipid songs, with their nursery-rhyme nonsense syllables, to the title and hypnotic refrain of the first Madonna song and video to bring her attention on MTV, Burning Up, with its elemental fire imagery and its then-shocking offer of fellatio. In place of Madonna’s valiant life force, what we find in Gaga is a disturbing trend towards mutilation and death… Gaga is in way over her head with her avant-garde pretensions… She wants to have it both ways – to be hip and avant-garde and yet popular and universal, a practitioner of gung-ho “show biz”. Most of her worshippers seem to have had little or no contact with such powerful performers as Tina Turner or Janis Joplin, with their huge personalities and deep wells of passion.
Generation Gaga doesn’t identify with powerful vocal styles because their own voices have atrophied: they communicate mutely via a constant stream of atomised, telegraphic text messages. Gaga’s flat affect doesn’t bother them because they’re not attuned to facial expressions. Gaga's fans are marooned in a global technocracy of fancy gadgets but emotional poverty. Borderlines have been blurred between public and private: reality TV shows multiply, cell phone conversations blare everywhere; secrets are heedlessly blabbed on Facebook and Twitter. Hence, Gaga gratuitously natters on about her vagina… In short she sucks.
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