Lady Gaga
'Dear Lady Gaga: Remember When You Were Fun?'
Today, Buzzworthy brings you a very special guest post by Rory Rockmore (yes, that's his real name), who's a senior designer at Logotv.com. And a MAJOR Lady Gaga fan. But even the biggest little monsters can have a few reservations about their Mama Monster. See why he hopes Lady Gaga goes back to her “Fun Gaga” roots on her next album.
All those in favor of Gaga moving on to the next one, PAWS UP! Being the good little monster that I am, I'm patiently awaiting her new album, which is rumored to be released in the spring of 2011. But mainly I'm just praying that she goes BACK to her glittery roots. I want the lighthearted, fun, bubble gum and lipgloss, Gaga back. And I want her back now.
Please don't get me wrong. I mean this in the most respectful of ways, Mama Monster, but… you're starting to scare me, girl! This love we have is becoming nothing more than a bad romance, and not the sparkly Alexander McQueen kind. I miss the days of the beautiful and dirty rich Gaga who had such a bad-ass attitude and lust for life that she burned money. The Gaga who was like… “You know what, f—–s? Relax. JUST. DANCE.” She was all like, “Yeah, I can't see out of these custom-made glasses constructed of old iPod screens, but who cares? Can't read my poker face anyway, boyyyyyy.” I'm sorry, but I like to just be beaten over the head with messages found in the music that I listen to. I prefer Gaga when she just tells me straight up that she don't want no Paper Gangster, you know? That way there's no room for misinterpretation, and we all end up spray tanned and happy and on the same glitter-covered page. I NEED THAT, GAGA! I MISS THAT, GAGA! Paper Gangster = BAD, Glitter = GOOD.
Fun Gaga
Not-Fun Gaga
Fun Gaga was simple and hot like Mexico. Current Gaga is multi-dimensional and mad deep. Which makes me wonder, why so serious?! Gaga says to dance in the dark. Ok, but… I CAN'T because I'm a-scared! I'm still trippin' off seeing “Paranormal Activity” when it came out LAST October!! I can't turn off my lights without seeing monsters in my bed eating my heart and brain and then blowtorching the rest. But then later, after watching my dearly beloved “It's On With Alexa Chung,” I find out that “Dance In The Dark” is simply a metaphor for those of us with low self-esteem and shiz. A META-WHAT?! That is just TOO much for me. But what about all those innocent people who missed the Alexa Chung interview? How will they know the secret meaning?! HOW WILL THEY SURVIVE?! They won't. They'll just be dancing around alone in their pitch-black rooms, waiting for Gaga to get back to the sparkle. And don't EVEN get me started on this “Alejandro” dude, because I've about had it with him. Gaga is still talking about him after she ditched him but… she just can't be with him like this anymore!! And here I am thinking we weren't supposed to fall in love with paper gangsters. Mr. Jandro is the original paper gangster. Alejandro is the O.G. of P.G.s!
Not-Fun Gaga asks if we could fix you if you were broke. If you were broke, Original/ Fun Gaga would not be concerned. She'd simply tell the boys to line up for the dance and bring their fancy pants because there'd be disco in the air and hairspray EVERYWHERE. She wouldn't have the time to worry about fixing anything except her lipstick. THAT'S the Gaga I love. The Gaga I yearn for is the one who struts down the street in a summer blue romper, cherry cherry boom-boom blonde with skin a shade of orange that Snooki can only dream of. Not the one who's channeling that demonic Easter Bunny my mother forced me to have breakfast with when I was a child, who's bleeding all over the stage at Rockefeller Center… where SANTA lives might I add!!
So, Glitter-Fun Gaga, please come back! I want to taste cherry pie and glitter mixed with rock'n' roll again! My tummy is starting to hurt from all this high-fructose corn-syrup-based stage blood. Not to mention, it's high in calories!! I had to prematurely replace my synthesizer and disco stick with my leather-studded vampire grills. I had to retire my hair bow. I washed off my spray tan and folded up my fancy pants to store them in my closet in hopes that, like acid-wash jeans, they make a comeback. I live for evolution, and I support my Lady in anything she does, but please Gaga, I'm begging you! For your next trick, please bring back a little glitter, and leave a couple of the dead tree branches and the blood-soaked Armani home.
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What do you guys think? I definitely miss Gaga's Fame Era style but this blogger is basically saying he wants her to go back to meaningless, naive, and worthless pop. She wouldn't be where she is today if she stuck to the 'glitter.' I know she has been very serious lately but she was having so much fun on the Today show the other day which was refreshing.
So cute, but people grow and move on. Her new shit is gonna be incredible.
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If I were a sinner, why would Jesus let me play the Garden?
On Wednesday night, I became a full-fledged monster…again.
July 7 marked Lady Gaga‘s second performance at Madison Square Garden–her hometown show during the second American leg of her seemingly ceaseless tour, the Monster Ball Tour.
Gaga’s tour has improved dramatically since the last time I saw her last year in Boston. Dropping the forced perspective, minimal bluntness of the initial Monster Ball tour stage, the arena-armed Gaga has given us room to breathe, and the results are much more memorable.
Once a self-indulgent art installation, the Monster Ball Tour now operates as a cheeky, playful homage to The Wizard of Oz, as Gaga and her clan of gender ambiguous, S&M-clad buddies traversed the sketchy, unfamiliar streets of New York City to try and find the greatest party of all time–the Monster Ball! And just how would they do that? Why, by following the Glitter Way, of course!
The new-and-improved show includes the best musical bits of the first leg, including the greatest video interludes remixed and refreshed (including the one where she vomits blue glitter all over herself, which I affectionately refer to as “Vomi-Gaga,” now with a bloody good bit of cannibalism to boot.) The dancing is sharper, the energy has reached a new high, and everything about the night just felt good–even while watching Gaga eat her own bloody heart out.
Particular highlights included the performance of “LoveGame,” which incorporated both the opening subway sequence from Gaga’s performance at the Much Music Video Awards in 2009 and the throbbing, rave-inducing Chew Fu Ghettohouse remix breakdown at the song’s end. Just like last time, as the words “disco stick” stutter over and over on top of the remix’s punchy beat, the stadium burst into nothing short of pure, hysterical euphoria (which you can see here). Such bliss.
Then came a personal favorite: “So Happy I Could Die,” performed on high in one of the Haus of Gaga’s newest contraptions–the living dress. In short, it’s a gorgeous, bat-like gown with the ability to move on its own. As Gaga belted one of my favorite cuts from The Fame Monster from a platform center stage, the dress slowly expanded and constricted, as if she were wrapped inside of a living, breathing silver Komodo Dragon. Who needs fur when you can wear it alive?
There was also the obligatory piano bit with “Speechless” and the arena-rock, Elton John-friendly ballad from her upcoming album, “You & I.” Now with Gaga, the piano prowess shtick is kind of nothing we haven’t already seen before: The spins around the piano stool, the leg in the air, standing straight up on the stool while playing–yes, we’ve seen it all before, and yes, she’s very talented.
Yet she trumped expectations still again tonight. In the final few moments of “Speechless,” the singer suddenly hopped on top of the piano and, peering over the keys with an eager glimmer in her eye, began playing the final few chords of her power ballad backwards, delivering what was undeniably one of the best vocal performances I’d ever witnessed or heard from her. Just watch the six minute mark above…Unbelievable, to say the least.
Of course, there was also the Fame Monster himself, a kind of Anglerfish-meets-Cloverfield monster creation come to life that ends up making a cameo behind Gaga and her lady friends prior to her dramatic performance of “Paparazzi.” I won’t say exactly what happens, but it appeals to the live action, Disney World-loving part of me in a way that no pop star ever has before.
Like the last time around, Gaga continued to bark out commands ad nauseum: “Dance, you motherfuckers!” we demanded. “Clap for me!” “Show me your fucking teeth!” “Paws up!” “Get your dicks out, New York!” But make no mistake–it was all out of love.
As has come to define the Gaga, the show was colored with positive self-affirmations and long monologues of praise directed toward her fans. “I was right where you are,” she said suddenly, pointing to some unsuspecting little monster at one point during the night, “looking right up here at some bitch on the stage. This is proof that you can be anything in the world that you want to be!” she bellowed. The crowd roared in approval.
As the show went on, Gaga would occasionally double-take while looking out into the crowd, briefly distracted. “Get that camera on her!” she yelled to a cameraman at one point, earnestly pointing at a little monster in the front row, decked out in her Gagaloo greatest.
Later, while wielding a disco stick, La Gaga took a minute to shine her light across the stadium to see the faces of all her fans, quietly murmuring to herself in approval and occasionally chuckling aloud. “Oh my God, you’re all so beautiful.” If the singer’s obsession with her own fans is a lie, it’s a convincing one.
Having already gone once, It was wonderful to witness what has been essentially the evolution of the Monster Ball From wheeling out a single, sad looking tree for the performance of “Monster” a year ago, to the now full-blown twisted forest set that the song came to be performed in during the second leg, it’s beyond clear that Gaga’s artistic vision (or at least, her budget for set design) has expanded tenfold in less than a year’s time.
Above all, the most glaring difference between the Monster Ball‘s new emphasis on fun. Far from the overly pretentious amateur-avant garde approach of the first leg (yes I know it’s Lady Gaga we’re talking about, but still), the second leg of the Monster Ball Tour was surrounded by an air of camp celebration and genuine mega-wattage entertainment that had the entire arena dancing and thrashing with their paws the entire night.
Last year, I concluded that the Monster Ball Tour was “the next step in the natural evolution of Gaga’s artistry; yet another rung in her blood-laden ladder to icon status.” If only I knew how quickly she’d climb in less than a year’s time.
Well done, Gaga–you’ve staged a show worthy of rivaling that of your fellow pop legends.
All photos and videos courtesy of MuuserMonster, Parker. (Thanks for accompanying me to the Monster Ball, bb! I had a killer time.) Click here to see more videos.
