Lady Gaga

I love Lady Gaga.  
Let me explain.  I love her music, well most of it.  I’m not really sure what she stands for, but that’s not why I love her.  I love her because I love how she scandalizes people with her appearances.
I’ve seen interviews with her and still do not know what makes her tick.  I think it’s all a show, but who knows, sometimes people are just as weird as their music.  
I think she’s capable of pulling off anything and getting away with it.  And I think those who do not like her, do not like her because, secretly, they wish they had the nerve to do what she does without worrying about ridicule.
I watched the grammy’s last night, well not really, they were on because I wanted to see what she did on stage, so as they were going on, I was reading “Until Tuesday” (excellent book btw!).  Then up popped LG and I stopped reading and turned up the volume.  I do not know what song she was singing, as I watch the singers mouth to understand them and I couldn’t see her mouth from the make-up, which was cool – the make-up. After her show, I turned off the tube and continued to read until about 10PM (very unusual for me, but my neck was hurting and I couldn’t sleep, so I read).
Usually I find artist like LG too weird or out of my ‘moral system’ to even entertain the thought of ‘following’ them, but I have every cd LG has put out, thanks to my brother-in-law, and I listen to her when I run, so yes, I admit it, I’m a Lady G closet fan.
And with that, I’ll close my rambling…I just had to let those who missed LG last night, know you missed another weird performance, laugh.
Go Lady G!
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