Showing posts with label Lady Gaga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lady Gaga. Show all posts

Friday, September 17, 2010

Ensañamiento Gaga

Camille Paglia le da duro a la Lady,
Gaga has borrowed so heavily from Madonna (as in her latest video-Alejandro) that it must be asked, at what point does homage become theft? However, the main point is that the young Madonna was on fire. She was indeed the imperious Marlene Dietrich’s true heir. For Gaga, sex is mainly decor and surface; she’s like a laminated piece of ersatz rococo furniture. Alarmingly, Generation Gaga can’t tell the difference. Is it the death of sex? Perhaps the symbolic status that sex had for a century has gone kaput; that blazing trajectory is over…
Gaga is in way over her head with her avant-garde pretensions… She wants to have it both ways – to be hip and avant-garde and yet popular and universal, a practitioner of gung-ho “show biz”. Most of her worshippers seem to have had little or no contact with such powerful performers as Tina Turner or Janis Joplin, with their huge personalities and deep wells of passion.
Y tambien a sus fans, 
Gaga's fans are marooned in a global technocracy of fancy gadgets but emotional poverty. Borderlines have been blurred between public and private: reality TV shows multiply, cell phone conversations blare everywhere; secrets are heedlessly blabbed on Facebook and Twitter. Hence, Gaga gratuitously natters on about her vagina…
Update: Si, era de carne de verdad.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Adios al Panamericano Alejandro

Dicen (digo) que si subis lo suficiente el volumen, siempre hay una cancion sonandote en la cabeza. Sin necesidad de subir mucho el volumen, puedo escuchar ahora la balada de Lennon Because, de mi disco preferido de los Beatles, Abbey Road.

Durante mi reciente estadia en la atemporal MDZ, bares, boliches y otras yerbas frecuentadas hicieron que se me pegaran 2 temas que, a esta altura, ya son casi un clasico en mi cabeza. El primero, Pa Panamericano (si logras no moverte despues que dice Pa Panamericano pasame la receta), un remix electro house sintetizado del original de Renato Carosone. El segundo, Alejandro, un producto de la Lady del momento que tambien supo sonar este año en el festival mas importante de musica americana que, justamente, tiene lugar todos los años en mi ciudad actual.



La clave: Ale ale alejandro, ale ale alejandro... Pa panamericano, Pa panamericano. Despues dicen que no hay que machacar las cosas para que entren en el marulo.

Ahora bien, como me saco esa maldita cancion de la cabeza? Unhear it.