I’m trying hard to be more open minded about my traditional rock music playlists. I sampled an Atlas Genius song the other night and thought, man, this really wouldn’t be half bad with a glass of Merlot and my child abusing uncle’s dick in my ass. Yet, I can’t fathom Lady Gaga. I accept the appeal of the Madonna ripoff. Who doesn’t love catchy tunes about being feeling a tingle in your special place. But this doleful dramatic crap, who can this possibly be for? Outside of rich white girls stepping into the ether off of their boarding school roofs, is anybody cranking up this tune on their iPod?
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