The Resurrection of Pop

Each generation, a blonde pop icon lacking talent but possessing charisma and mystery is born and until last January, it looked like the Bush era would end without a Madonna or Britney, cementing the lameness of the last ten years. Thankfully, God has blessed us with an ugly New Yorker with an avant soul and pop sensitivity. Dancing with Gaga on a skit last night, Madonna finally found a modern artist she SHOULD WORK WITH. Screw Weezy, Madge, this is your girl.

Before her arrival last fall, we had seen standard blonde bimbos, such as Aubry O' Day and Brooke Hogan, attempt to join the dancing diva reigns. Ironically, the ugliest, most strange, and edgy artist took the throne. Gaga does not make avant songs. This girl writes and sings catchy electro pop. Like all great artists, she embodies thoughts behind her trashy "poker face." EW originally declared The Fame, her debut, as a forgetful, unmemorable, great recession shaking, jam; however, after listening on repeat and watching those bizzare performances, she has shown the depth and creativity of "Just Dance."

During her second SNL performance last night, Gaga sang "Love Game" as a sad lament over her own happy recorded version. It emphasized the sad irony of this mistress of insanity. Then, she went to the piano, quite awkwardly in a weird spinning outfit, and knocked out the dark and catchy "Bad Romance" as a Sinatra ballad. Her performances are like covers of her own songs. Her New York medley emphasized this so well and showed why we love Gaga. She is original, yet classical, yet poppy, yet avant garde. By writing odd but commercial music, she allows their true souls to ring more truly when rearranged. Gaga beats Cat Power at Cat Power's cover game. Gaga is not Britney. Britney is not Madonna, and neither is Gaga. Gaga is Gaga, and that is why Gaga is an icon. Lady Gaga, welcome to the palace of Pop.