Ga-Ga for GaGa
And while her performance at Glastonbury over the weekend went off without a hitch, it’s her recent choice of words in the July issue of Maxim that’s got me excited. The singer claims “My music isn’t me jerking my dick off all over a piano trying to feel something. I make soulless electronic pop. But when you’re on Ecstasy in a nightclub grinding up against someone and my music comes on, you’ll feel soul.”
It’s music designed and performed for dancing and sex. Michael Jackson must be smiling from the heavens.