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Franklin, Conan & King Arthur – TWG’s Deep Thoughts with Goose

It’s time to think some deep thoughts. Time Magazine revealed it’s 100 Most Influential People Issue this week. We wonder in what state our world is, when folks like Lady Gaga, Conan O’Brien and Bill Clinton are wielding the most influence. Britain’s parliamentary election is this week. What would King Arthur have to say about the voters choices? Joe Mauer’s foot is injured and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was inanely blasting The West at the UN on Monday.

Lady Gaga Video. Really.

We haven’t exactly been a reliable source for Lady Gaga chatter in the past, and I pledge to you that we’re not becoming such a beacon of hope & forward thinking the sordid & bizarre.

However, allow me to reach to the very heights of places you never thought you’d reach on this web location and present you with a portion of this Gaga character’s recent interview with Ellen Degeneres. Now this is happening.

Not asking you to get through the whole interview, but note what happens at 2:51. I’ll dissect that after the moving pictures…

Woofta. So stating the obvious here – but what’s up with the spooky mask she’s applied to her eye region?! Here’s what she says in test starting at 2:51…

I wanna create a space for my fans where they can feel free and they can celebrate. Because I didn’t fit in in high school, and I felt like a freak. So I like to create this atmosphere for my fans where they feel like they have a freak in me to hang out with…

So there’s this whole psychology to her music. It’s deep stuff.

This is really who I am & it took a long time to be ok with that…

Well thank God that day came. The reason I posted this isn’t just another to create another excuse for me to say that musicians are the most bizarre people on this planet. But… have you noticed that musicians are the weirdest people on this planet? Wait, there’s more!

Lady Gaga indicates to Ellen that she believes her concerts and videos are some sort of epicenter for the liberation and freeing of the youth of this terrestrial ball. When one listens and watches, however, what one discovers is the same old hyper-sexualization and unremarkable lyrics that pop songstresses have trained us to expect. Offerings like the legendary pedestrian “Eh, Eh” leave a person wishing that this Gaga creature had invested as much creativity in her songwriting as she did in the flower petal garmant she apparently sewed herself?!

When did selling your records on the basis of creatively showing off your body classify as separating yourself from a childhood of being repressed?! And what’s the point of feeling free and liberated if a Lady Gaga – esque existence is the result? I believe the phrase ‘not much’ would figure in the answer.