Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand cause I'm marvelous
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand cause I'm marvelous
So, anyone who followed me home from my errands today got a glimpse of my musical ADHD.
No sooner had Sarah Brightman hit that last note did Lady Gaga make her presence known. I know, for a fact, that the sudden acceleration of the older woman who had been pacing me on Center City is directly attributable to the change in musical moods. Truly, Granny got gas when Kelly got Gaga.
Have you ever judged someone or something without all the facts? I had only known Lady Gaga from her images in People Magazine, one of my many sources of newsworthy information (yes, I realize I just insulted my own intelligence, but I am feeling a mite self effacing at the moment). Let me tell you, the images really did not make me curious for the music . . . Too put it bluntly, she freaks me out, and not in a good way.
Then, one day I was channel surfing on XM while in traffic . . . The iPod was out of juice so I went for the emergency back-up car noise. I caught this song during the chorus and I thought the sound was pretty catching. I quickly checked the audio information, and low and behold, I was rocking to Gaga.
Well, after the initial shock wore off, I headed home and by that night Gaga was the newest fixture on my "Just Push Repeat" playlist. This song is often my lead song on the elliptical . . .it gets me moving when I need it.
To this day, I cannot honestly say I am goo goo for Gaga (it was too easy, I had to do it) but because of her I was reminded that I shalt not judge an artist for her appearance lest I wish to miss the chance to get moving.
No sooner had Sarah Brightman hit that last note did Lady Gaga make her presence known. I know, for a fact, that the sudden acceleration of the older woman who had been pacing me on Center City is directly attributable to the change in musical moods. Truly, Granny got gas when Kelly got Gaga.
Have you ever judged someone or something without all the facts? I had only known Lady Gaga from her images in People Magazine, one of my many sources of newsworthy information (yes, I realize I just insulted my own intelligence, but I am feeling a mite self effacing at the moment). Let me tell you, the images really did not make me curious for the music . . . Too put it bluntly, she freaks me out, and not in a good way.
Then, one day I was channel surfing on XM while in traffic . . . The iPod was out of juice so I went for the emergency back-up car noise. I caught this song during the chorus and I thought the sound was pretty catching. I quickly checked the audio information, and low and behold, I was rocking to Gaga.
Well, after the initial shock wore off, I headed home and by that night Gaga was the newest fixture on my "Just Push Repeat" playlist. This song is often my lead song on the elliptical . . .it gets me moving when I need it.
To this day, I cannot honestly say I am goo goo for Gaga (it was too easy, I had to do it) but because of her I was reminded that I shalt not judge an artist for her appearance lest I wish to miss the chance to get moving.
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