The Mistress was always there

[Ladle Ghoulash 46,773]

52 minutes ago, bxr said:

Absolutely 

Back in the day, circa … literal turn of the Aughts … ? I was working on a column about the best pop artists of the decade … and when I got to Gaga, I remember adding a prologue for conceptual context … I didn‘t really know why I felt compelled to write it, much less include it … but your commentary reminded me of the prelude, and that camp become camp over time … and ARTPOP 

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How dark the lunar facets of egoistic self 

 

Oh, wow … Lil‘ Mistress Millie from SHOWStudio‘s Haus of Knight … MINT, in, Spring (Primavera sounds of new matriarchy … oh, how merry, said haus of knight) … DADA … fashioning celebrity artist strawmen somewhere in the glitch vignette of cardiac attest … @Ladle Ghoulash—note the Pittsburgh Pirates cap (Warholian native creative instant callback!) … the SxSwine progenitor ancestry—a prequel, whew … lest, we, for, get … LGS … “Lady” “Gaga” vs. “Stefani” … somewhere between the levity and gravity, symphony … exhume the texts! let‘s go, Stef! 

Stefani exorcizing her demons by vomiting them onto the canvas of Lady Gaga iktr 

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8 hours ago, Ladle Ghoulash said:

I think Hollywood encompasses the dialectic a lot of her career is build on really well:

Fragmentation of self in pursuit of actualization through institutional credibility (ie fame):

“Each model and celebrity changes how I look at me…”

“Deep in the mirror, I am scared, don’t know who the hell is there, yeah, I’m losing my reflection…”

Assertion of self within that system:

”Don’t tell me I’ll never be a superstar ‘cause I know I could look like a girl in Hollywood!”

The foundations of pop culture as a form of religion (seeds of BR’s allusion to obsession as sacred, “my religion is you,” BTW’s reappropriation of religious and liturgical ethos):

”Obsession…it’s the thing, it’s our new religion.”

Desire to transcend the fragmentation of the system, fully actualize, while maintain the power obtained through integration (being “strong without the scheiße,” even):

“I have a vision: it’s a world without these decisions…”

Tagging @bxrbecause it’s relevant to the convos we’ve been having in Bible CAMP

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Hollywood … LGCrate! (SGPre?) 

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I hadn‘t given that tune a spin in a stretch of awhile, but/and wow … a whole grove of hollywood vines coursing through the pop soniconsciousness memory‘s museum … the song as scope of the scape itself is uncanny in its unyielding continuity throughout her anthology … on the blink, it immediately reminded me of 2013‘s the glass house 

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I am—Stefani is—a perpetually tortured artist. That’s why I changed my name. I can’t be her in public. She would be a mess!

But then, the “Women, Let's talk about our condition” reminded me of “Now ladies does that make you cry? Now fellas you have to say goodbye … 'Cause Mona Lisa's got to fly” …

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Which … and that SG‘s “Hollywood”

arrived two years after The Original Doll sessions, but/and a year before Blackout

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[Verse 1]
Ladies and gentlemen, I've got a little story to tell
About Mona Lisa, and how she suddenly fell
Now, see, everyone knew her, they knew her, oh, so well
Now I am taking over to release her from her spell

[Chorus]
She's unforgettable (Yeah)
She was a legend though (Yeah, yeah)
It's kind of pitiful (Yeah)
That she's gone
It's kind of incredible (Yeah, yeah)
She's so unpredictable (Yeah, yeah)
It's time to let her go (Yeah)
'Cause she's gone, 'cause she's gone, 'cause she's gone

[Verse 2]
She was taken under, drowning in her sea
Running like an angel, she was crying and could not see (Oh, no)
Now, see, everyone's watching as she starts to fall
Now don't have a breakdown, you will hit the freaking wall

[Chorus]
She's unforgettable (Yeah)
She was a legend though (Yeah, yeah)
It's kind of pitiful (Yeah)
That she's gone
It's kind of incredible (Yeah, yeah)
She's so unpredictable (Yeah, yeah)
It's time to let her go (Yeah)
'Cause she's gone, 'cause she's gone, 'cause she's gone

[Bridge]
Now ladies does that make you cry?
Now fellas you have to say goodbye
'Cause Mona Lisa's got to fly
Everyone, may we have a moment of silence?
Right here
God?

[Chorus]
She's unforgettable (Yeah)
She was a legend though (Yeah, yeah)
It's kind of pitiful (Yeah)
That she's gone
It's kind of incredible (Yeah, yeah)
She's so unpredictable (Yeah, yeah)
It's time to let her go (Yeah)
'Cause she's gone, 'cause she's gone
She's unforgettable (Yeah)
She was a legend though (Yeah, yeah)
It's kind of pitiful (Yeah)
That she's gone
It's kind of incredible (Yeah, yeah)
She's so unpredictable (Yeah, yeah)
It's time to let her go (Yeah)
'Cause she's gone, 'cause she's gone, 'cause she's gone

'Cause she's gone, 'cause she's gone

Also … the reverse MAYHEM: Requiem expedition on the one-take demo live from the radio station preceding the polished studio cut

Eclectic world pop life!

The Original Dollhaus EP Sessions … what could have been …

But, ultimately, to your point … I‘m reminded of how Hollywood (here, expanding to the song and collective scene) in and of itself as a (if not the) catalogue undercurrent‘s defining dialectic … (ex. vantage on The Fame: “… if New York is where stars are born, and L.A. is where they go to die, the beautiful, dirty, rich are infantile, and the famous are a beautiful lie.”)

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The Oscars are the pillars upon which we posture ourselves as royalty, as American royalty: we lie better than you, we’re show business – because we said so, it’s true. There was no Botox in those hills tonight. There was only the breath in that lung. When she hit that stage, everyone in that room remembered what it was like to be creative and young. To see and to feel and to hear and to experience… nothing but limitless possibilities as to what you could conjure, what you could manifest reality, in this beautiful world of ours. Whether it be a character or a role, an emotion, a feeling, a moment, a story.

That ego is what blinds us so many times, that ego is hidden somewhere in that lens, but never forget that love supreme, never forget what it’s like before you hit that screen. Never forget what you saw in the mirror, never forget what you saw in the reflection of that other’s eyes, and never forget because that’s when you realize the greatness of who you are; the greatness of the collapse and the rise of the star. The hills are alive tonight, and every night, so long as music survives.

Love is the perfect illusion, love is the only anything maintaining bonds, barriers, and bridges…  So, if “perfect” is having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics (as good as possible to be), and “illusion” is a thing that is or is likely to be wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses, then the perfect illusion is nothing more than a beautiful lie, likely the very same seed of future truth for which a one Lady Gaga forever lives and dies.

 

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