Overfascinated with the Gaga

I can't help it. I just have to spill it.

I love Lady Gaga.

Before, I told people that Lady Gaga might be a Filipina because "Gaga talaga siya!" when the music video of Just Dance was released and ruled the charts. Everybody knows that it's about wasting the night away with liquor or whatever depressants one might think of, a vice I removed from my system because of old age. But what's striking about the video is her freaky outfit. Enough said.

But I love her music nevertheless. In fact, it was Poker Face that comes to my mind when I remember my hops along the streets and subways of London with my cousins last spring.

But my fascination with Lady Gaga intensified these past few days just because I was browsing Youtube. I don't listen to the radio anymore so I have no updates on what songs are in now, but since I watched Bad Romance on Youtube, I have been singing and watching that same song over and over again for these past days.

I am absolutely impressed with her talent. Her packaging as a very good composer (or songwriter) and a total performer. She composed her own songs, and she always sings, dances and plays the piano live, no cheats. She also rearranges her upbeat Ga-ga songs into smooth acoustic ballads.

I am also amazed with how she answers interviews. I know, there are crazy sh*ts she says sometimes, but it's how she delivers her answers. She seems too smart and yet too modest for a pop star.

And then another video I saw in Youtube. This was Lady Gaga before "she became crazy."



Pure talent. No sh*ts.

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