Giovanna Castiglione on why she loves Gaga (“so-so” Toronto concert and all).
We can say she will never replace Madonna, we can say she’s a sexy sight for sore eyes or that she’s trying too hard. We can say a lot of things, but the truth is that Lady Gaga is something new.
She revealed something old to originate something new, as far as “new-ness” goes. But as far as the bed she made, she sleeps in it and believes in what she’s selling and understands what being famous allows. Most of her songs are a complete joke and her bi-sexual reveals are much more than for shock value. She knows exactly what she did to the pop world—she popped it. Until she came up on the radar, the pop culture scene was nothing but indie cry babies and has-been hoochies.
The performance of her song “Speechless“ mashed up with Elton John’s “Your Song“ at the Grammys was a screaming success. Between her hat creations with Philip Treacy, the BlueWater comic book titled FAME and potential fragrance products with Coty, she’s climbing faster than most young pop stars have at this stage in the game. Her lyrics aren’t even trying to be something—they’re just honest. “Love it when you call me legs, in the morning buy me eggs. Watch your heart when we’re together. Boys like you love me forever.” She touches on the “men are the new women” notion that’s been rolling around ladies nights cocktail carts for awhile now. As far as I’m concerned, she perfected my idea of a strong woman: Men don’t get her and women want to be her. It’s fabulous.
The “Fame Monster” and all her following “little monsters” (as she refers to her fans) convened at the Air Canada Center on July 11th and 12th for Lady’s Monster Ball. If she hadn’t spoken candidly that night, I would have hated the concert. I thought the show was a bit tacky.
One of her David Bowie-inspired costume changes included an over-sized Peaches-esque hairpiece accessory that I absolutely hated (even three years ago when it was “new”). The show was just lacking the lustrous glamour muchness that is her. But, shy of getting naked, she did a lot of what I was expecting. Dancing in her underwear, playing the piano with her stilettos, touching all her goodies (including her “bluffin’ muffin”) and praising Jesus were all things Gaga did that night. She demanded the fans put their “paws up” and to dance because “Tonight, I’m going to kick your ass, Toronto!” She explained that she is just like Tinkerbell: “If you don’t clap for me, I will die.” And it’s things like that that make me love her.
She was raised a rich girl and was seen as a freak when she was younger, which translated to her overall message through wardrobe and words ring in the promotion of individuality in a mainstream setting. And even though her fans dressed in the key of Gaga at the Monster Ball, those girls are one step closer to actually not caring what people think. She is the first grim and sexy icon that I can say I admire. Anyone that insists you “celebrate your shame tonight and every night after this” truly knows what it feels like to think differently and actually be different. She’s got enough people’s attention now to make a change in youth’s sense of self-worth and the presentation of it.
The absurdly expensive tickets to her so-so show sold out in seconds. But if I and thousands of fellow little monsters had missed the Monster Ball Tour, Miss Gaga, the retro dance freak, would have had to dance in the dark, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?
Check out Gia’s pics from the concert and her favourite Gaga photos!