@cristina.aguiler

Veo que os gusta la Gaga mucho bueno les dejo aquí un vídeo echo por mi de ella


Lady Gaga - The Fame Monster Promo
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@Alfredo18

Pues si, Lady GaGa quedó en 2do lugar en más discos vendidos en el mundo, hasta hace unos días iba primero pero Susan Boyle arrasó con todo xDD

Acá dejo la lista de los TOP 10.

1) Susan Boyle - I Dreamed A Dream (6,2 million copies)
2) Lady GaGa - The Fame (5,8 million copies)
3) Black Eyed Peas - The E.N.D. (4,6 million copies)
4) Taylor Swift - Fearless (4,2 million copies)
5) Michael Jackson - Thriller (4,0 million copies)
6) Michael Jackson - Number Ones (3,6 million copies)
7) U2 - No Line On The Horizon (3,5 million copies)
8) Kings Of Leon - Only By The Night (3,5 million copies
9) Michael Buble - Crazy Love (3,3 million copies)
10) Beyonce - I Am… Sasha Fierce (3,2 million copies)

@!!!.somiin.!!!

Me sorprende esa vieja digo señora allá llegado tan lejos xD

True story: I once sunbathed topless in France with Lady Gaga. No, really.

Okay, technically at that point she was still Stefani Germanotta, a freshman at NYUís Tisch School of the Arts. It was early summer, 2005. Her younger sister was in the same grade as my younger sister at the Convent of the Sacred Heart in New York City, and the Germanotta family met mine during a vacation in Nice.

In my late twenties, I hopped between family roles as oldest young person and youngest old person. So when the teens (Stefani, her sister and my two sisters) wanted to go to the beach sans parents, I was acceptable as a chaperone. When the grown-ups were cocktailing, I got to join in.

At the beach, Stefani bummed a cigarette, whipped of her top, and (as I recall) talked about sex and David Bowie. Over drinks, the parents discussed whether it was a good idea to allow Stefani to take time off from school to work on music; sheíd just gotten a development deal from Def Jam Recordings.

“Development deals can go nowhere,” I said. “She should stay at Tisch ñ itís a good school.” Oops.

Recently, the Internet has become fascinated with a video of the nascent Gaga performing (as the Stefani Germanotta Band, still brunette, wearing jeans) at the Bitter End in the West Village. Itís totally possible that I was at that show; my sisters had dragged ñ um, brought ñ me to one while I was in New York the fall following Katrina. The bar was full of Sacred Heart girls and their well-dressed parents; the video was probably taken by someoneís mom. Stefani led a rock four-piece band from behind the keyboard, with cascading, dramatic piano ballads that were part Tori Amos, part Elton John.


Soon after that gig, Stefani did withdraw from Tisch to focus (as sheís said in interviews) on music, clubbing and drugs. I remember my stepmother telling me how shocked sheíd been at her wasted appearance and skimpy outfit when the families went out to dinner together.

“I just wanted to put her in a pair of jeans and some sneakers, and feed her a bowl of pasta,” she said. “Plus, she kept calling herself ‘Gaga.í It was ridiculous.”

Over the next few years, (updated via regular emails from my sister) I saw Gaga slowly take form. She changed her name, bleached her hair, and began to eschew pants. She collaborated with Semi Precious Weapons, a bloodless attempt at the New York Dollsí Lower East Side glam mayhem, and DJ Lady Starlight, another variation on the sexually aggressive electroclash of Peaches. (She performed at the 2007 Lollapalooza festival with Starlight, and got arrested for indecent exposure.) She was dropped by Def Jam and signed to an imprint of Interscope, toured small gay clubs and got one of her songs, “Quicksand,” recorded on Britney Spearsí “Blackout” album.

It still looked like slow going. My boyfriend (now husband) and I Googled her occasionally (if you can believe it, there was a time not too long ago when searching ‘Lady Gagaí on Youtube only turned up four videos.)

“Well, sheíll make money off of the Britney song,” I said comfortingly to my sister. “She can be a songwriter for Interscope and go back to NYU.” Again, oops.

What happened next, of course, is a matter of public record: a pop phenomenon of hotly debated merit. On the one hand, most of the tracks on “The Fame” and the new “Fame Monster” albums are blatant, and weaker, imitations of just about every act thatís made good club music since the 70ís. On the other hand, can 50 million Gaga fans be wrong?

Almost exactly a year ago, Gaga played the New Orleans House of Blues ñ just over a month after the release of her debut album, “The Fame.” This Sunday, sheíll be at the UNO Lakefront Arena on the heels of her new deluxe package “The Fame Monster.” During that shift from famous to monstrous ñ or maybe a shift that began as long ago as those shows at the Bitter End ñ the music became far less the point of Gaga than Gaga became the point of herself.

Her songs are limp homages to Prince, Blondie, T-Rex and every single period of Madonna. The darkly interesting electro-glam derivations of Bowie and Queen that Rob Fusari, her first producer, crafted on songs like “Beautiful Dirty Rich” and “Brown Eyes” have given way to flatly thumping club beats under lyrics that seem less like well-crafted songs and more like fragmented conceptual poetry thatís either a sendup of Americaís empty preoccupation with fame, or an unironic end result of it. Itís hard to tell ñ Gaga stays in character, deadpan all the way, even when sheís wearing a hat made of spinning metal parts.

And now sheís frequently referred to as a pop icon. (Yet again, from me to the Germanotta family ñ oops. Sorry.) An icon, literally, is something that stands for something, and itís hard to pinpoint what that is in Gagaís case. A sly commentator on the hollow nature of celebrity? The harbinger of a new age of arty, avant-garde glamour? A talented adolescent who, with the help of major-label marketing departments, tried on multiple personae until one finally took off?

Itís too early to tell. But everyoneís watching. And maybe thatís the point.

@!.:.!JeSuS!.:.!

Amigos, tienen que leer esto xdd

http://vigilantcitizen.com/?p=2737

Me lo paso un amigo ok

@Alfredo18

Lo leí (si me tome la molestia ok XDD) esta interesante, pero como dicen por ahí 'El que busca, encuentra.' Esta medio loco el tipo que lo escribio pero bueno el video se supone desde un inicio era una metáfora lo dijo la misma Lady GaGa, pero pues el le dio su interpretación. Aunque no me parece nada malo de lo que decia ahí xD O sea si esta anti-religioso y lo que quieran pero buehhhh, nada que le pueda hacer dudar a alguien que tenga su religión bien afianzada

I'm a free b!tch baby xD Me gusta mas la canción ahora sry xDDD jaajsjajsa gracias x el link jesus