slomo wrote:sunny wrote:compared2what? wrote:STOP THE LADY GAGA HATRED. SHE'S GREAT.
That's a bit of hyperbole. I don't hate Gaga, I said her video made me feel uncomfortable/somewhat afraid. My first impression might be wrong, therefore I reserve the right to further reflect upon it and possibly change my thinking. But I still don't hate her. I rather like her face. I think she must be the spawn of Fanny Bryce and Bette Midler.
I like how you are able to get right inside Madonna's head. I don't doubt from her perspective, all you say is perfectly true. But you'll forgive me if I don't respond to her exhortations. I can think of better ways of beating the Empire than joining it.
My initial visceral reaction to this video, with the pink triangles and imagery of larvae and death, was "no wonder middle America hates gay people."
Middle America hates gay people because (they think) the bible tells them so, and also because (they correctly think) the mainstream, official authoritative cultural party-line does too. So they don't really need any help from Lady Gaga, who isn't -- in any event -- speaking to them, although she may be symbolically attempting to draw and absorb their fire. She's speaking for and to real-kids-who-feel-like-freaks and also for and to grown-up-kids-who-felt-like-freaks-and-&tc.
There's a very long tradition of that one in popular music, too. Freddie Mercury belongs to it, albeit in a very conflicted kind of a way. But still. He definitely got the job done, and I well remember that it was a lot better than nothing.
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As I more or less said above, it's natural for Lady Gaga to look like a horrible, nasty immoral mess to you and to most of us. That's what the kids' pop culture always looks like to almost everybody who isn't a kid, which is one of the things that gives it the power to do what it does for them in the way of self-definition as a culturally interactive process.
And I really do mean "culturally interactive," not "imitative." Because most kids don't really relate to their idols as idols in any literal sense. They have real relationships (of the imagination) with them, which involve opposition and disagreement as well as love and identification.
We can all remember that, can't we? It comes in many forms and works on many levels. Any one manifestation of it doesn't necessarily strike all kids the same way as all others.
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And....I don't know. I'd say that it's certainly true that many manifestations of it operate in ways that not only very few kids but also very few people are probably ever capable of recognizing or articulating in real time, I wouldn't say that it therefore operates as clandestine mind-control.
For example: When I was a kid, I loved the Ramones and did not love sensitive singer-songwriter types. In fact, as far as I knew at the time, I looked upon them with scorn and contempt and as a bunch of cry-babies and whiners who were part-and-parcel of all the fake sentimental/patriotic crap in relationship to which I liked to think of myself as an angy rebel and cynical outsider -- as (from my perspective) I could totally prove I was by wearing a Schott's biker jacket.
IOW: I was an idiotic, innocent, but basically well-intentioned kid in the process of defining myself in relation to the world.
When I listen to the Ramones now, it's very, very clear to me that almost all of their music is just drenched in exactly the kind of heartbroken and forlorn emotional pathos that I thought myself quite above falling for my own self, simply as a function of how huge and central and primary Joey's vocals almost always are to it. Because he truly was a great expressive vocalist. Rod-Stewart-class great. And a heartbroken, forlorn sould. He just didn't call much attention to it. Or possibly even know about it himself.
Nevertheless. He sang like a girl. Not to put too fine a point on it. (I mean "a girl singer." A la Ronnie Spector. From within the prison of himself.)
Anyway. In retrospect, I can see that one of the reasons I loved the Ramones was because I did relate to that sense of wounded, bleeding emotional vulnerability and loss to such an extent that I felt I had to wear black-biker-jacketed armor and an air of scorn and contempt to protect myself any from further assaults on my heart..
My point being: It was always part of the genius of the Ramones that they spoke to kids like me in a way that we could handle. But I certainly didn't fucking know it then. I mean, I definitely knew that there was something affirming going on. But I only thought that I knew what that was. In reality, I was as clueless about it as I was about everything else.
And unsurprisingly so. I was very young.
But I knew what I liked, in spite of myself.
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That didn't quite come out the way I'd hoped it would. But you know what I'm saying, right? Most pop-culture-for-kids stuff looks a lot more ominous and threatening than it is for most kids. Maybe not all. But most.
Anyway, I need a break from this place. Later...
I'm sorry to hear that. I'll miss you.
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edited and reworded slightly in a futile effort to reduce its suckiness.