The monster hit-and-miss… and the Monster Hidden Miss…
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Aside from being an absolutely masterful piece of work – completely; Judas is an immaculate conception of the most divine du jour…
Betrayal runs through the track like bad romances through the veins of the Haus madam. There is a betrayal of comfortable pop song structure, the assault on the eardrums, the screams and distortion, the chord progression into further confusion… This song runs train on conductors… this sounds like Bad Romance’s bigger, badder, biblical older sister who just got back from Barnard – educated and disinfatuated – that older sister. Betrayal runs through the very being of Judas. Ju-da Ju-da-ah-ah… There’s a deep ingrained cohesion to every thread and theme of Judas. It opens with just vocals, flips to just instrumentation, then tandems to a crucifixtious climax – and that’s just the first three signatures #betrayals The verses go HAM on Sunday brunch…Thematically, from Mary Magdalene to Peter, from Judas to Jesus, channeling to Gaga – iconographies illustrating betrayals of biblical proportions… Anatomically, the inevitable unironic fist pumps betraying any sense of social decency… and yet being a product of the preeminent voice of a generation – the anthem of the slanderer becomes the cultural signature…
The beat is betrayal – the hit-and-miss – the battling tonalities between verse and chorus – the dominatrix versus the distressed damsel, the hammer against the mist, the pulse and the pacifier… Samson and Cyndi Lauper… but beyond the beast beat of the hit-and-miss lies the betrayed beat of the hidden miss…
Just as she could never love a man so purely, nary could many love such precisely-executed reckless abandon of modern “pop” so uncomfortably, and never has Gaga preached so defiantly:
In the most Biblical sense, I am beyond repentance. Fame hooker, prostitute wench, vomits her mind
Biblically beyond repentance… salvation transcended, she is beyond forgiveness… how could man possibly forgive such a creature… Gaga, prostitute to her own birthed Fame… Mary Magdalene, the prostitue wench… just as Judas betrayed Jesus, so Gaga betrays her blood, and Magdalene her body… and so comes to fruition the collective fear of granting these women equality given their susceptibility to the temptation of passion… in the Biblical sense the independent woman, the free bitch, is the great social fear… vomiting her mind to the public disgust of a regurgitated cultural renaissance…
But in the cultural sense, I just speak in future tense.
Culturally speaking solely in future tense… Gaga voicing her birth rite to bare arms…
Rilke, Sir Ranier forever inked on his fair Lady’s arm… spoke highly of the futuristic female… and in so doing, seemingly blazed the trail his pariah prodigy in living poetry would follow…
The girl and the woman, in their new, their own unfolding, will but in passing be imitators of masculine ways, good and bad, and repeaters of masculine professions.
… Ju-dah – note that Gaga is not speaking as Judas, nor Christ, but rather Magdalene, or the every other woman – the every lover of the enigmatic rebel… her identity marked by the necessary burden of mocked masculinity… guilty by association, admonished for adoration… and yet, still repeatedly professing her unyielding love for Judas, baby…
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.
As Mary Magdalene, the filthy fringe element, the social plague, the one who washed Jesus’ feet… beyond the burden of any and everything she only answers to capital HIM… as the woman whose tongue lies through her heart, where logic, reason, and rationale have no meaning or substance… accepting the burdens of original sin, like Eve, for being born with the ability the bear life again…
Women, in whom life lingers and dwells more immediately, more fruitfully and more confidently, must surely have become fundamentally riper people, more human people, than easygoing man, who is not pulled down below the surface of life by the weight of any fruit of his body, and who, presumptuous and hasty, under-values who he thinks he loves.
… and in that ability lies the inevitability of giving birth to sin… and yet therein lies the greater inevitability: that should we let the woman choose her own fate, should there be no limitations on her legal decision-making process and execution… she will choose against virtue, and when tempted with the beautifully bittersweet sorrows of passion, Judas will be the one she runs to… however… that very intuition, that very flaw and imperfection of empathy against conventional “righteousness,” is what makes the woman that much more human… as she battles for the right to freely choose wrong, the knowledge and pursuit bringing her that much closer to the divine, as it was Jesus himself who sat closest with the sinners: Mary Magdalene… Simon Peter, the same apostle who denied Jesus three times en route to crucifixion, was the same one who Jesus chose to found the Church; the same Peter who as the rock, taught that just as love is like a brick – you can: build a house or sink a dead body – so, he can build a Church, after leaving Jesus three times out to sea…
This humanity of woman, borne its full time in suffering and humiliation, will come to light when she will have stripped off the conventions of mere femininity in the mutations of her outward status, and those men who do not yet feel it approaching today will be surprised and struck by it. Some day…
Some day in the future tense… she’ll bring him down, bring him down, down. A king with no crown, king with no crown…
… some day there will be girls and women whose name no longer signify merely the opposite of masculine, but something in itself, something that makes one think, not of any complement and limit, but only of life and existence: the feminine human being.
the catharsis won’t be defined by the association to the sinner or savior… the single will be an independent entity… and inevitably – she will always get the last word… Ju-dah, Ju-da-ah-ah – Ju-dah, Ga-Ga-ah
Judas kiss me if offenced – or wear an ear condom next time.
If ever Gaga had a Jesus moment… #thus: kiss me if offenced… send me to crucify; or abort the sound of the underground before it hits public consciousness… either way #wrapitup
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Watch This Space: When Jesus was eating with his twelve disciples that evening, he said, “One of you will surely hand me over to my enemies… One of you men who has eaten with me from this dish will betray me. The Son of Man will die, as the Scriptures say. Woe to that man… it would have been good for that man if he had not been born…” this way, baby… ear condom #lethalsounds #biblicallyspeaking #goatgrazing
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