Lollapalooza 2010 or GaGa Blah Blah Blah

So another Lollapalooza has come and gone. Don't tell anyone, but I think I'm getting to old for this shit. Well some of it. I am still perfectly ok with paying 5 bucks for a smoothie. There is much I could talk about but I have to get something off my chest.

There is something wrong with Lady Gaga. Seriously. Note the picture to the right. This was the look on my face through out her whole concert. This picture may have been taken while we were helping her scare fame away. Somewhere around there it occurred to me that we were becoming more retarded every time she spoke to us.Of course, it is entirely possible she thought that we were functionally retarded and thought that yelling things like "You can do anything you want because You're a Superstar Little Monsters!" was encouraging instead of irritating( And Really Gaga, Why set the crowd up for a life time of disappointment? What happens when they discover that by anything you really mean that they can buy another one of your albums so You can do anything while they dream about touching one of your costumes?) Bitch, this isn't Dora the Motherfucking Explorer: "Ok Everyone, can you find my nipple tassels? Everybody cheer!" I didn't really understand why she wanted us to scare fame away for her because last time I checked, that's how she gets paid. Who am I to question her business model of Cocaine Induced costume changes lightly dusted with X induced dance scenes. We decided that to understand the Lady Gaga concert our drug usage had to be directly proportional to her own. We were surrounded by people weeping with joy and exclaiming how revolutionary she is.
Attention Bitches:
This shit was not revolutionary. It was mostly naked and writhing and I can see that on cinimax or whatever channel Martha Stewart is on these days.
Ghandi was revolutionary.
Malcolm X was revolutionary.
Fried Chicken changed my whole life.
If my whole life was changed by a Lady Gaga concert, I would need to seriously re-evaluate my path. At least fried chicken has nutritional value. The Gaga left me devoid emotionally and feeling a little dirty by the end. ( Here is a link of her screaming at us about the fame monster)

Well Little Monsters, I was going to write more but I don't want to sully the good name of Green Day by putting what I have to say about them next to the Fame Monster. If you Little Monsters will excuse me, I'm going to go find the Boulevard of Broken Dreams now.