I just watched "poker face" again. sans whining feline in the background. I can feel it coming on. That horrible fascination with crappy, mass produced music.
I fancy myself somewhat intelligent, creative and unique. I like to think that I'm uninfluenced by mass media and popular opinion. I watch The Golden Girls and read a lot. I'm an individual just like everyone else. But explain that to H-man when I forced him to listen to "Big Girls Don't Cry" by Fergie a billionty times when I heard it in New Zealand. Explain it to me now that I've watched Lady Gaga for the second time today. Maybe it has something to do with this:
Yes, this is Lady GaGa in a dress made out of Kermit Dolls. I freaking love it. I would even say that I wouldn't even have thought to listen to her music if I hadn't seen this. And yes, I loved it when Bjork wore a dead swan dressThere's just something about these weird clothing choices that call out to me. Perhaps it's because I myself don't have the sand to wear stuffed/dead/stuffed-dead animals as clothing. I bought a jean jacket once. It was too hip to bear, I gave it away. I did manage this little number for a night though:
That's me on the right, in the red skirt, fishnets and a shirt that says "Groupie Looking for Musicians". Man that was a great night. But I still haven't written any catchy songs.
By the way, when Lady GaGa says "po-po-po-poker face" I get the image of poking her in the face in my head.