quiregrrl | I Fucking Love Amanda Fucking Palmer

She went to a Lady Gaga concert, and blogged... it's worth a read in entirety

Snips of some bits that resonated:

i’m not really a fan of the music (disco dance music doesn’t do it for me, and some of the lyrics drive me nuts), and i’m not even sure i’m a fan of the performer, but i’m definitely a fan of other aspects…the fact that she writes her own tunes, and her off-song message (her songs kind of have a hard-to-read message, but her stance in interviews etc is generally: be a freak, be yourself, gay is good, self-expression is the shit. to which i say: RAH RAH AH AH AH).

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at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if anyone believes she’s “authentic” or not.
and the music may be disco pop that may not be remembered, but the MESSAGE will resonate through the delivery and possibly ignite other flames. and that will happen NOW, and NOW needs that.

and of course, i’ve got my personal cross to bear.
after much mulling, i’ve come to realize what gaga is to me.
lady gaga represents the pop star that i wanted to be when i was twelve.
the one who was the next madonna and danced and looked like a movie star and was covered in shiny glitter and was on the cover of magazines and basically the human-sized version of one the barbies from my rock star barbie collection (all of whom, i must add, had affairs with each other on my barbie airplane. scandalous).

and so i look at her with a certain degree of “old” envy. the 34-yr old in me isn’t jealous…and i think i really can say that. but the 12 year old in me IS.

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i considered my 12 year old self. i imagined what i’d be feeling if i’d just been to my first concert ever and it wasn’t cyndi lauper, wasn’t the cure, but it was 2010 and it was lady gaga.
i think i’d be ECSTATIC.
and i thought about what my life would have been like if i’d gotten my “dream” to be discovered at age 12, or even 21, and given the keys to superstardom.
and i think i’d be MISERABLE, or at least been really crippled on my path to where i’ve wound up.

here’s the thing.

it sometimes kills us to believe this, but you are ALWAYS free to choose a new path and hop off the one you’re on.
your expectations of yourself can change on a daily basis. it’s FINE.

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Plus she's hot!