What’s that? Yes, ducks, we are still a going concern, though lately that seems to be…going away!
(Thank you, I’ll be here all week.)
The truth is that the day job from hell–currently consuming 50+ hours of my week every week–while allowing me to do useful stuff like eat and pay off both my credit cards in a year, is Not Conducive for the whole writing thing, especially when I don’t get any sleep.
That said, I still do try and do stuff, and I’m hoping to pick up the pace at Tiger Beatdown, at least, where Sady and I have been talking about stuff of late! Some of it will even be cool!
Anyway, if it’s Wednesday Thurday, it must be Below The Belt! This week, I write about one “Lady GaGa,” whom, I hear, is all the rage with the kids these days!
I am almost terminally unhip when it comes to popular music. It’s not that I have snobbish pretensions, or at least I try not to–I’m a firm believer in Duke Ellington’s maxim, “if it sounds good, it is good,” and there’s room for both Mozart and Garbage on my iPod, Radiohead and John Coltrane, Bjork and Kanye “I’m going to interrupt this playlist” West. But the fact is, I don’t watch MTV–not that they have much to do with music nowadays, but I’m dinosaur enough to remember when they did–or listen to much top 40 radio, so I almost never have any idea of what those kids, thesadays, are listening to. (And they need to get off my lawn, too.)
It’s so bad that about the only way I hear popular songs is when they’re background music for a TV show. (When my ex made me watch “Smallville” or “The O.C.” with her, I used to parody the way that they would have a constant churn of hot bands: “Hey, I hear {BAND_OF_THE_WEEK} is playing at the club tonight! I love {BAND_OF_THE_WEEK}.” Of course, Buffy the Vampire Slayer is immune from my scorn, since a) it’s awesome and b) all of those bands are safely a decade behind us.)
But even a pathetic stick in the mud like transfeminist has heard of every queer’s new best friend, The Lady Gaga.