Am I the only one not feeling Lady Gaga?
I know what you’re thinking: “She’s a sensation! Everyone loves her. Her songs are hits. She’s so popular. She’s a fashion maker’s dream. She wore a meat dress! She’s the next Madonna…”
Nope. I’m not feeling it. I know I’m swimming against the stream, but I’m going to say this anyway. Lady Gaga is the living epitome of everything that is wrong with the art machine in America.
I’m calling it the art machine because those running the show in movies, music, and publishing are churning out entertainment pablum faster than you can say “Please pass the Soylent Green.” Remember that old movie? People were being fed Soylent Green and liking it, because all the ads told them to like it. Until someone found out he was eating recycled human flesh.
Lady Gaga reminds me of Soylent Green. She’s packaged and marketed with the message that she’s unique, and therefore lovable. But she’s not the “next Madonna.” She’s not even “another Madonna.” She’s a cheap imitation. A knockoff, and a bad one at that. If she were a purse, I’d be afraid to carry her around for fear that she’ll fall apart at the seams, that’s how poorly she’s made.
I don’t want to be mean about it, because I have sympathy for whatever person is trapped beneath the ugly hat and cheesy Batman outfit she was trying to sport at the Grammy Awards last Sunday. But I think someone really needs to pull her aside and tell her it isn’t working.
And by “it,” I mean her creativity and uniqueness, which are MIA even though she doesn't seem to have noticed.
For crying out loud, she came out of a giant egg to sing “Born That Way.” Get it? Maybe she should have taped it with a big sign that reads “Ovum” to be sure we all got it. And by the way, if she wanted the joke to be funnier, she shouldn’t have taken her bad dancing so seriously. The whole mess didn’t work as a serious performance. It didn’t work as satire. It sure didn’t work as an homage to Madonna’s “Express Yourself” performance, which I must say is so drastically better than the egg thing that I just hope Gaga never realizes how bad she was.
What is truly sad here is that the woman underneath the Gaga mask is extremely talented. But you can’t see her talent because she is so insecure that she allows others to define how she should look and how she should act. And all the art machine can do is make her look like someone else. Another Madonna. But we don’t need another Madonna. We need real people.
Reality leads to creativity. Imitation leads to Soylent Green. You can choose which you prefer, and consume what you want. But myself, I’d rather starve than eat the pablum.
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