Lady Gaga in New Orleans – DOUBLE Guest Review, by BROTHERS! Part 1

Gaga - Pointing at Us?

My name is Sean.  I am a Britney Spears super fan.  Always have been, always will be. Back when posters were cool, I posted her everywhere. Britney was on my walls, in my closet, and even above my bed on the ceiling.  I’ve stalked Kentwood, Louisiana, in search of her old chewing gum and baby teeth.  I still to this day (at age 23) tear up sometimes when I see Dollface on stage.

Some of you may find that disturbing; I too am disturbed.  I’ve yet to find Brit's missing baby teeth.  Legend tells that they are somewhere around the trailer-bank on main street. That is a different story.  Today we are here to talk about Lady Gaga’s show in New Orleans, and why it was a big decision for me to go and how it changed the way I see her.

After much consideration and soul searching, I decided to go.  Even if Lady Gaga was as revolting as expected I knew I could remedy that with two days in New Orleans, right? I was very nervous about what I was getting into; and scared for what might become of my twenty-minute gay attention span soul.

We ended up in the high seats, which I thought best.  From that position I might possibly avoid being her sacrificial slut for that ceremony/show.  After waiting for what seemed like forever for Semi-Precious Weapons to stop wailing poetically about free booze; the Lady was ready for the stage.  I was very nervous but also a tad excited by this point. Gaga took the stage, sang her little heart out, danced a few jigs, was covered in blood, and nearly sexed up a bi-sexual German dancer (call me, okay?),  and it was over.

From a Britney fan point of view, I side-eyed that bitch all night long.  Honestly though… she was outstanding.  Her stage, costumes, and dancers were just that, HERS.  She owned everything for those two hours, including myself.  I am not turning into a Little Monster, and I still haven’t bought her albums ( I don’t intend to), but I definitely see things differently.  I can’t hate Gaga anymore because I really don’t think that she and Britney can even be put into the same category. Britney is pure pop bliss that continues to make me smile, break my heart, and inspires me daily.  Gaga is a funky pop/rock diva that is on top right now and has a hell of a career ahead of her.  We all know that she isn’t going anywhere, so we may as well admit that we like her, by now anyway.

What I liked the most about Gaga, is her story-telling ability.  Like Madonna, in a way that she tells you sometimes elaborate stories and even if you think they’re exaggerated, you believe it.  You want to believe it.  I don’t know if she was bullied and I don’t know that she wasn’t, but now that doesn’t matter.  I want to believe that she was the, and I quote, “girl with the OK body, and kinda ehhh face” that now gets to sing in front of millions of people.

I know what the Mother Monster feels.  I wasn’t always the flip-flop-cargo-shorts-glamour-puss that I am now.  I went through that whole period of feeling out of place. It’s a common story, but when I heard Gaga say it, her tone, and the way she connected with her fans; I fully trusted that she was the over-comer that she wants me to believe that she is.

One thing that stuck out the most and made the most since about the whole thing though, was a story about her friend and his pink hair.  She asked why he’d dyed his hair pink and expected some deep artistic meaning.  He replied “I like Bazooka chewing-gum.” Sometimes, it’s not that fu*king deep, y’all.

I am not sure what Julia was expecting from this, but this is what I got from the show.  I can’t hate on ol’ girl anymore, just because she isn’t Britney.  I wish that her fans and Gaga’s would come together and take over the world, but Julia is more likely to vote Republican before that. Also, since I own Louisiana, I am stealing this quote and using it for the rest of my life:

“Take out your godda*n cameras and take some fucking pictures of me, because tonight, I’m a Louisiana star!”