Lady Gaga wouldn’t know art if it smacked her in the face (but I’d be happy to instead)
Hi, I’m Meathead. I’m sorry to bother you, I know you’re busy, but there’s a question that’s been nagging at me lately. What function does Lady Gaga serve, other than to get on my nerves? Seriously, I don’t get it. Why does she exist? I feel like I’m missing something here. Am I just out of the loop or what?
I guess I’m a little late on the game here. While I’ve been dimly aware of her existence for a while now, thanks to the endless photos of her and her stupid sunglasses helpfully plastered all over every single square inch of the greater Los Angeles area, it was only recently that I was forcefully exposed to what she passes off as music. Tragically, my hopes and dreams of never having to listen to a Lady Gaga song were dashed against the rocks of “Poker Face,” and I am now a victim of ear rape. But that’s okay, I guess my ears were kind of asking for it anyway, what with them being dressed all sexy and everything.
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So why is this vapid bitch famous? Simple. Because some overpaid cocksucker in a suit at Interscope says she is. And because her album is called The Fame! And because she’s just a dumbed-down, over-produced, mass-marketed, bottle blonde version of what Peaches has been doing (much better, I might add) for years. Oh, was I not supposed to say that?
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There’s nothing original about Lady Gaga, at least not to anyone who rode the long bus to school. Her music is boring, and she knows it, so she overcompensates by pulling this “controversial, misunderstood artist” shit. Sound like anyone else we know who’s been threatening to murder us? OH, WELL WHAT DO YOU KNOW, LOOK WHAT I FOUND:
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Gee, what a shocker! One self-important attention whore who thinks she’s courting controversy by dressing up and acting like an jackass is collaborating with someone else on her wavelength. And the result is a nauseating pile of noise so insultingly horrible that calling it “music” would be like calling the McRib “food.”
Hate to break it to you, Stefani, but dressing up in wacky costumes does not equal creativity. (Hmm… didn’t I say the same thing about Kanye West not too long ago? Coincidentally, Lady Gaga will be touring with Kanye West soon.) Wearing a dumbass costume made out of Kermit the Frogs does not make you an artist. Granted, there are a lot of easily impressionable kids out there, with their brains stuck in neutral, who would vehemently disagree with this sentiment, and would argue that pointlessly covering yourself in muppets somehow does mean you’re relevant. And that’s why idiots like you continue to successfully pass off this act and sell albums. Sure, Michael Jackson wore some wacky clothes back in the day, but then again he also made Thriller, the best-selling album of all time, so I think that kind of excuses him. You, on the other hand, don’t get the same pass, because your music fucking sucks. You know goddamned well you’re full of shit and have nothing substantial to contribute to society, but as long as you keep up this retarded façade (and the Kermit suit), the depressingly huge percentage of consumers who are conveniently unexposed to real artists with real talent will continue to gaze upon you (and your fucking Kermit suit) with awe, because you’re just so original and — dare I say it — edgy! As much as you’d love to be early-’90s Madonna, back when she was still pissing off Catholics and didn’t have arms that looked like they’re made of pretzel dough, you’re not even close. You make empty, meaningless dance music, and you wear fruity costumes, and that’s it. And some coked-out record exec with his finger right on the pulse of today’s youth figured that’s enough to move units. While you’re unfortunately riding a wave of popularity right now, you’ll be lucky if you end up as more than an asterisk ten years from now. But I’m sure it’ll be a really shocking asterisk.
From Lady Gaga’s Wikipedia page:
When I’m writing music, I’m thinking about the clothes I want to wear on stage. It’s all about everything altogether—performance art, pop performance art, fashion. For me, it’s everything coming together and being a real story that will bring back the super-fan. I want to bring that back. I want the imagery to be so strong that fans will want to eat and taste and lick every part of us.
Lady, the only thing your “performance art” is bringing back is the taste of that pizza I had for dinner last night. At least you come out and admit it’s all about appearance, as if it weren’t already obvious. Congratulations, you’re just like every other worthless wannabe that’s polluting the airwaves with inconsequential garbage that prioritizes style over substance. And it’s not even good style, for fuck’s sake! I mean, what is that crap you’re wearing there in the picture on the right? Did you just now discover the Nine Inch Nails “Closer” video? Then again, you did get to hang out with (and probably get VD from) Shock Rocker™ Jon Lovitz Marilyn Manson and his omnipresent hoodie. That might also have been provocative fifteen years ago.
On the off chance anyone else reading this has miraculously made it this far without a crystal clear understanding of just how hopelessly dumb this girl is, allow me to provide one more damning piece of evidence for you. One universal thing that seems to unite all these vain, self-absorbed brain donors who think they’re stars is the video blog, or “vlog,” which I refuse to say out loud. They all have one, and they all think they have something to say as opposed to just wasting bandwidth. Naturally, Lady Gaga is no exception. Her video blog, cleverly titled “Transmission Gaga-vision,” shows her just “chillin’” and “bein’ like totally real,” so you can experience the thrill of hanging out with her backstage with the added luxury of being able to shut her the hell up with the simple click of a mouse.
While watching the following episode of “Gaga-vision,” don’t forget to play the official Lady Gaga drinking game that goes along with it. All you have to do is take a drink every time she says something that doesn’t make you want to shove her in front of a speeding train. Trust me, you’ll be good to drive afterwards.
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you are my hero!