since i’m basically a gay man, i’m really loving on lady gaga lately. (add to this to my undying love for both madonna and cyndi lauper–oh, and the golden girls. mark my words: in our next house, i will have an office with an authentic autographed cast photo on the wall. not that i’ve looked them up on ebay or anything.)
remember how i waxed poetic about gaga back in the fall? this was just after “the fame monster” came out (if you’re unfamiliar, that’s her new album with “bad romance” and “telephone” on it). oh G-d bless her and that album, it got me thru some rough times. i really really needed the pick me up. i don’t think i needed music so badly since i was a closeted high-schooler.
well i’m sorry to report that i’ve now started changing the radio station every time either one of those songs come on. and a new one’s just starting to circulate: an awesome little madonna-esque (circa ’90/’91) ditty called “alejandro.” and it’s occurred to me: the radio’s kind of ruining gaga for me! [*gasp* the horror i know; i am sitting on my jazz hands right now out of the sheer shame of it all. well i did for a moment, otherwise i wouldn’t be typing right now, ha)]
so in light of all this, i have a new theory: if you love love love an artist and loved a song before it even debuted on the radio, change the station when you hear it. i know. i know. it’s going to be hard in the beginning but it’s going to help you in the long run! really.
i am not one of those ppl that gets all tied up into knots when an artist–whether it’s a singer/musician, actor, visual artist, writer, etc.–hits the mainstream. not at all. more power to em. it’s just that when it comes to music, the radio can play the hell out of songs you love and then you wind up never wanting to hear them ever again.
so i’m curious. share with me: what songs (or artists, even) has the radio ruined for you??
oh and if you love gaga, share that, too.
Ok..totally aging myself but when I was a kid it was Stairway to Heaven – I still can’t listen to it.
On the opposite side of the coin, I never enjoyed songs by Kings of Leon (that whole “I’ve been running AROOOOUND, I was looking DOOOOOWN at all I SEEEEEE” thing), but I actually love to hear those songs on the radio, precisely because I dislike them so much and take perverse pleasure in singing along with them in the most overwrought Eddie Vedder-meets-Creed voice I can muster.
You’ll be happy to know that the women in my house–my 50-year-old wife and my 8-year-old daughter Kelly–are huge Lady Gaga fans. The boys in the house? Not so much.