It seems like for the last two years, the sounds of Lady Gaga were impossible to ignore. Everywhere you went, there she was; the supermarket, the club, your car, friend’s houses, that girl was all over.
When your parents ask you who is this, “Lady Googah” you know the girl has penetrated the zeitgeist and dressed it up in eggs and meat dresses.
And let’s face it she was amazing. She was the most interesting thing in pop music in an age. She was like Madonna on steroids; why change a look every album when you can have 12 looks on one?
Miley Cyrus and Christina Aguilera almost scuppered their careers trying to add a little bit of Gaga to their images. But the thing about that girl is that there can be only one. Everybody loves an original.
Or loved as the case may be.
Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed that she has completely disappeared from the audio landscape? What first alerted me to this Gaga black hole in the universe was that I didn’t hear a single Gaga track the whole time I was away in PTown. You can’t put that many gay men in one space and not hear the roll call of divas booming out of every sound system.
And yet, she was conspicuous by her absence.
Every second song on the radio was her, everyone was covering her, she was reinterpreting Beatles songs on Youtube, Rolling Stone couldn’t get enough of her, her every stitch of clothing was being analyzed and dissected in incredible detail.
Then, she seemed to disappear in a puff of smoke from her cigarette glasses.
I asked my friend Brian about this. Brian is to music what Yoda is to the Force. He also had noticed this rebalancing of the universe. Basically, his theory went something like this.
It’s a two-pronged nexus of problems. 1. We all gorged ourselves on her. And she kept serving it up when the kitchen should have been closed. In any given week, there was a new single, a couple of remixes, three new outfits, four tour photos, no pants and another video. We were thoughtlessly over-served.
2. She got too serious. On the first album it was all about fashion, celebrity and fame with song titles like Poker Face, Just Dance, Beautiful Dirty and Rich. In short, you didn’t have to think too much about it. It was album made for an era that needed someone to poke fun at all the Kardashian and Hilton antics and inexplicable fame.
Then she got political, then the outfits got weirder, the messaging got stronger and suddenly she was the patron saint of every misfit on the planet.
She changed the recipe. So while the beats on the new album remained the same, the songs told you what to think and how to live. Which wasn’t what everyone had grown to love about her. Political and disco don’t mix.
So in a unanimous move, America stopped playing her and instead Last Friday Night by Katy Perry and Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO duel for the top of the charts. Because apparently that’s what we want. You can’t dance to a sermon.
Gaga may have had a lot to say about celebrity, fame and vapid consumerism and pointed out all its foibles so we could laugh along with her, but when she wanted to get rid of it, we ignored her in protest.
When it comes to our club music, apparently we’re born this way.