Who? God bless you? What? Before I come out and admit my most recent obsession I need to preface it with a video. I would like you to watch this and tell me your not impressed.
Who is that girl singing? Why don't I have her CD? Why don't I know who she is? Well...you just may. Why of course, it is Lady Gaga. Pre-gaga. I am not embarrassed to admit my obsession with her. In fact, it's kind of like being in a new relationship where you want to tell everyone about her and how wonderful she is and all her accomplishments in life. Hey, Mom, I met this great new lady, I cant wait till you meet her!
I can't help it. Her music is so jumpy and I can't help but crank it and sing along to Bad Romance or better known as the RAH-RAH-AH-AH-AH song. I have already listened to it twice this morning. It started early, with Poker face and Paparazzi, and it just blossomed from there. I didn't really realize how bad it was until a couple weekends ago, Jerry asked me "If you have dinner with one person dead or alive who would it be?"...and my answer, admittedly, was Lady Gaga (or Jimmy Buffet..which is another post all together). Then, I joined twitter just so I could follow her tweets. And I found myself getting upset when they were in German sometimes and I didn't know what she was saying. Yikes.
I love her music, I love her music videos (My personal favorite), I love her style (can you call it that?), I love that she may have some male..appendages making her Lady (?) Gaga, I love her hair bow...see below, I love how excited I get when I hear her music, I love her interviews (if you have never heard one, I encourage you to youtube one - she is an intelligent lady), that being said...I love her brain, I love her uniqueness, I love the new telephone song with Beyonce (while we are on it...I love Beyonce). I mean it only makes sense, she idolized David Bowie. How could you not love her? We should stop, I can't get any more excited at 9:30 on a Saturday morning.
What does concern me is when I tell people about my love for her. Their response is typically "yeah, I can see that, Kenz" or "you would love Lady Gaga", my classmates have even asked "When is Gaga coming out again?" referring to ME as Gaga. What do these people think of me?! I don't know if I am offended or flattered. More so, I just have a lot to live up to. I'm just a little monster. This is what she calls her following. Those little monsters. I may be the biggest Little Monster.
WHERE CAN I GET ONE OF THOSE?!
So, guilty pleasure? Obsession? A little maybe, but we are all guilty of them. Who are yours? New Kids on the Block? Backstreet Boys? Chumbawumba? I'm a little upset to be referring to Lady Gaga as one of these guilty-pleasure bands, but, it pains me to say it that she probably is. In my defense, I never jumped on "Spice Girls" in the 5th grade - so I can have my kicks now with Gaga. After all, I'm a free bitch baby.
1 comment:
I am so out of it that I barely know who Lady Gaga is, though I totally believe you that she is worth obsessing over and totally respect that kind of passion and interest in someone!
I'm just a loser who listens almost exclusively to audiobooks, the Glee soundtracks, and children's music.
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