Cuckoo for GaGa

Today's post is all about guilty pleasures. Scratch that -- one guilty pleasure in particular. I cringe to say it and I cringe even more to write it, but I can't deny it. Lately, I'm loving Lady Gaga.

Yes, it's true. I hang my head in shame, but then I play the track "Paparazzi" and before long I'm bouncing off the walls. Her music is good for one thing and one thing only. Having fun. Her songs are completely vapid, lyrically. "I'm not bluffin' with my muffin"? "I wanna take a ride on your disco stick"? Umm.... we'll leave it at that.

But her beats are sick. Her electronic dance pop is utterly addicting and it's impossible (for the female gender at least) not to want to shake your booty. It may take a few listens to get past the ridiculousness of it all, (and the ridiculous nature of Lady Gaga's whole 'performance art' concept in general,) but when you do, you cross into a threshold of uninhibited fun.



And now, my one quick defense of the recording artist who beats out the Britney's of the world:
She can play the piano, and really fucking sing. Need proof? Watch an acoustic version of Poker Face on youtube. Preferably the performance she did on a Japanese show. The one where she's wearing an elephant on her head...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0WY2dVUyyY