It’s not living anymore.. but I’d sure love if someone out there in internetland would have an idea of the kind of spider this is? Comment below should you know..
Got to tell you.. I’ve never seen one like this in my life around in my neck of the woods.. It was as big as a half dollar, hairy, and …quite frightening looking
Lady Gag me?
Lady Uh Oh.. Lady Stop Singing?
Even my wife turned off the iTunes concert last night–which is a pretty immense development..
Here is the deal, as only a not-so-relevant commentator on all things pop culture can state it.
Everyone is coming down on Stephanie Germanotto, like.. lots. Pop culture has turned inside out.. the Gaga that was cool only years ago is now .. well, having concerts like she did tonight at the iTunes festival in which big media outlets are lampooning her for her performance and ‘diluted’ act.. It was in London, so the snarkiest of commentary is coming from publications across the pond. Such as the UK INDEPENDENT, which writes,
And yet the six new tracks with which she delivered ARTPOP, her third album, to the world, did little to shake the persona so embedded in pop culture. The thumping techno overlaid with swelling vocals remains a formula to which she clings, and upon which her chart bankability relies. Her ability as a singer is formidable, but musically, she is less inventive than her wardrobe would suggest.
‘#Swinefest’, as the gig was bizarrely dubbed, perhaps wasn’t one of her more dulcet promotional slogans, and yet a Twitter-primed crowd, composed of her Little and not-so-Little Monsters, was rammed into the Roundhouse, accessorised with pig noses and squealing for more.
It gets less kind from there.
The bottom line is that fans of Gaga will forgive a bad performance here or there.. Everyone has an off night. But this was set to be a big one.. and is people are disappointed as some cocky commentators online, then maybe we will soon see Lady Revamp. Unless Steph is just happen being Gaga.
Call me crazy, as I’m sure some will, but I always ponder back to the poker face playing days of early Gaga lure, back when I listened to her songs for the first time going to a work Christmas party with my wife in snow, and stopping at a casino after we were awe-inspired to win big fortunes by her Poker Face song (*we lost, but gained a son*).. back then, everything was so fresh, so new, and so creative. But I also think about that time, when Yana Morgana claimed that Lady Gaga stole her daughter Lina’s soul .. remember that outlandish allegation? Just dance……………… Some even said that Gags poked fun at Morgana’s death in one of her songs..
Maybe this is pop culture gone mad, but I wonder, if Lady Gaga fails to impress the ranks of the modern music listeners, will that be Lina Morgana’s ultimate revenge? Could it be that her soul was taken by a young Gaga, who dared to make it big by stealing the spotlight of a labored former human?
No MoreGana.. Gaga. Or something.
Hmmm…
These relevant issues of pop culture, occult and sin, rising up in the early dawn to claim rightful places at the head of the entertainment table, as reported by digitized entertainment rags across the fruited plain–and then some.
LABOR DAY 2013! TAKE A BREAK!
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This Billy Joel song, FAMOUS LAST WORDS, is the ballad of my labor days of years past, present, and probably future..
I still recall getting this CD for my birthday from my brother in 1993, and I listened to it over and over, and over again after the Ashland PA ABA Parade that year..
Every song was amazing..But especially this final song, with its lyrics of cleaning of streamers after the Labor Day parade and enjoying coffee and apples in the early autumn.
I still remember when Billy Joel appeared on David Letterman during his first week on CBS back in ’93… My God I am aging. We are all though–I am not alone but maybe more melancholy in my approach to the passage of time.
Years gone by… Age 13 in ’93…..age 23 in ’03… and this year, this month, this day… age 33… Add that together and start your numerology. I’ll just grin and bear it. Or something.
The wedding cake still tastes great after all these years…
And somewhere, somehow, my memory still walks the streets of Ashland, Pennsylvania, during a Labor Day ABA parade……with streamers and horns, balloons and the sweet smell of fried food and Devitos Pizza in the air above my head. Those were the days.
These are the days, too.
They’ve changed.. and gone by.
And as time goes by so do the years.
33 years ??! I just was 21, wasn’t I!? I was just 13… in ’93. Back during that blizzard….back during that point in time. Brendan! Joe! Johnny! Where are you? Where is the poetry!?
I think it’s still being read in a deep and dark basement, under the strained lights of the 3am hour. The dead poet society still preaches, I hope, at 21..I hope.
Where the hell does it all go?
To the Langoliers, I say! Eating away as Stephen King wrote. UNDER HIS DOME. With Billy Joel endlessly playing on David Letterman’s opening night on CBS..
