by Kami Cornwall
It's official. I am becoming my mother. I had little clues along the way...like when I found myself repeating the same phrases she did when I was young; "Holy Hannah! Heaven help us all! Home again, home again, jiggity jig." I was mortified the day she shouted at a sales clerk for having pre-ripped jeans for sale because, "I try to get them to wear decent clothing without holes in them, and you are selling them all full of holes!"
So I was driving to preschool to pick up my son when a new Lady Gaga song came on the radio. The lyrics seemed far fetched and I thought to myself, "She couldn't possibly be saying what I think I'm hearing. I'm in love with Judas? No." Oh yes. I had to switch it off because I couldn't bend my brain hard enough to try to interpret this one in a way that made sense.
She sings, "When he comes to me, I am ready/ I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs/ Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain/ Even after three times, he betrays me/ I'll bring him down, a king with no crown. I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby he's so cruel, but I'm still in love with Judas, baby."
She explains: "You have to look into what is haunting you and you need to look into forgiving yourself in order to move on." I don't buy it. It still makes me sick. I can't bring myself to sing along to this one let alone listen to it. I found myself saying out loud, "What has this world come to, that we're glorifying Judas?" To be fair, I also think the Lady's lyrics to "Bad Romance" are equally disturbing.
So...it's safe to say I'm not a fan.
I feel like music has been in a rut for a long time now and there are very few artists out there who I enjoy listening to anymore. Have I hit my limit? Am I officially "old" now? Say it ain't so.