Bad Bad Gaga

Remember when it was all about the music? Not about camera compatibility, the costume malfunctions, nor the bumping and grinding. When the music industry wasn't controlled by the pre-teens. We now live in the world of Gaga. Gaga has shown the recipe for success and record label management is eating it up. Her rise to fame can be contributed to her outfits and antics more than the music. Though I must admit I have been caught walking the aisles at working humming,"Stop calling, Stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore" or maybe a lil "Pa Pa Pa Pokerface, Pa Pa Pokerface"!

Bad Gaga. No longer can you flip on MuchMusic or MuchMoreMusic without seeing young women dressed up in Halloween costumes, and I ain't talking bout Frankenstein or Uncle Fester. More like Elvira on PCP. Flipping thru the channels the other day and I see some chick dancing around a bird cage, certainly under the influence of some narcotic. I ask my fiance who this slutty little girl is and it was no other than Miley Cyrus. Oh Billy Ray, your achy breaky palpitating heart! I suppose if anyone is going to take advantage of your daughter it might as well be you. Who knows exactly how much he collects being Miley's manager. That must ease the heartburn a bit.

Today's icons musical prowess is so lacking they have been forced to entertain us with more than just music. What happened to the days of Janet and Paula when it was about busting a move?Like a funky tap dance or some hair flipping. I dunno, I guess I'm just ole fashioned. Its a little hard to listen to a 16yr old Justin Bieber sing about love. WTF is Bieber gunna do when his voice starts cracking, wearing banana hammocks and smoking pole to keep the ratings? Hey, it worked for Lambert. But the worst offender has be Ke$ha. I wish I had a 12yr old daughter that could listen to Ke$ha sing about wanting her men to talk less and fuck more;

"Coming out your mouth with your blah, blah, blah
Zip your lips like a padlock and meet me at the back
With the jack and the jukebox

I don't really care where you live at
Just turn around, boy, let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at

Music starts, listen hot stuff
I'm in love with this song
So just hush, baby, shut up
Heard enough

Stop, talk, talk, talking that blah, blah, blah
Think you'll be getting this nah, nah, nah
Not in the back of my car, ah, ah
If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Boy, come on give me rock stuff
Come put a little love it my glove bag
I wanna dance with no pants on
Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox

So cut to the chase kid
'Cause I know you don't care what my middle name is
I wanna be naked but you're wasted

So on and so forth, blah blah blah.

She is lucky she put that single out when she did, I was working on a song of the same title. It was about getting sick after a night of drinking alone watching Girlicous videos. Damn they're hot!