Ahhh, the animals are out tonight. A basehead that looks like Quest Love with a beard that hasn’t touched soap since Bush was in his first term is searching for rocks on third avenue. His eyes are menacing like Pennywise’s in “IT.”A mugging would be a good score for him but he can’t. The law is around. He walks by four cops in a huddle on fifth who aren’t protecting. They are hunting. For each other. Two males. Two females. A thousand hormones. The males want to bang the females so they can have something to brag about to the “boys.” The females want to bang the males so they can feel like they are apart of the “boys.”
At the corner of sixth several cabs desperately slow down and beg me to jump in. When I say no they call me a tease and tell me where to stick it. Where are they when I am waving and need them? On seventh walks a transvestite with face full of make up that would make Tammy Fae Baker jealous. There’s enough ectasy in her/him that she/he doesn’t remeber that there is a penis between those two stumbling legs. A few steps later the bridge and tunnel posse are dressed like classy losers in a Lady Gaga look-a-like contest. They are looking for food and someone to yell at after leaving a hot spot in the meatpacking district. Soon these two Cinderellas will realize it’s past midnight and that there pumpkin chariot will only take them to work somewhere down the shore. Thugs are all over. They are only pea cocking tonight. It’s too nice out to actually work.

The weather is fantastic. Depending on who you ask it’s a warm winter or a cool spring. And depending on who you ask it’s a late Sunday evening or a way too early Monday morn. It doesn’t matter. It’s perfect. No matter who you ask it’s 14th street in Manhattan. And babies walking it right now sure beats a kick in the ass.

Look, let’s get to the bottom of this. I am guilty of something. Bubbas, I am down with Lady Gaga. Don’t look at this blog with that tone mista!!!!!!!!!!! I’m coming clean because I have to babies. I downloader that “Bad Romance” and I am listening to it so much one could call it a soft addiction. That little ditty has more hooks than a fishing supply shop. Pure, sinister, pop bliss. All them songs have a swagger and ballsyness, yet delicate song structure and melody. She is a songstress my friend. Sweet genato bubbas!!!!

You know what I like best about her babies? I don’t feel she really excists. She is constantly in different costume. She goes by a nickname, even when not in costume she looks like she’s from another planet. Hell she might have a mountain peeking through the valley ( a penis). No one knows!!!!!!!! She is a damned mystery babies. And that is what is so great. Everyone pretends to be real. “Take me for who I am,” is what alot of these “sincere” people scream. If one brags about being real they are usually as phony as Eazy E’s gold tooth (rip). Gaga is phony. And that’s what makes her sincere. She never pretends to be who she is, because she probably doesn’t know who the hell she is. And neither do any of us. I’m supposedly a nice dude. Full of respect and kindness for others. At the same time I have done hideously shallow acts to people that is inexcusable. So am I good or bad? The answer me buckos……… I am a work in progress. Whore, hellion, saint and preacher all in one. Like the Verve said “I’m a million different people from one day to the next.” Gaga embraces that ethos and damn it bubbas she entertains us while doing so. Ladies and gentlemen that is an artist. And may I add a “real” artist. There is no limitation to her, because she plays by her own rules. I bet she fills out her taxes with glitter and/or goat blood. Not because she’s trying to be different, but because “why not?” Why can’t she? Why must we play by rules? Life is just a fantasy anyway.

Enjoy the ride babies. Figure yourself out while you go because there’s no rules to life. The party can end tonight, or last forever. Don’t be a slave to the same note. This party has a soundtrack. That soundtrack is jazz. It’s gonna keep changing, keep up or shut up. That’s the buzz babies, that’s the gottdamn dream!!!! Long live mystery and long live the lady. I hope she keeps us shaking our heads, blushing and smiling constantly. And I hope she keeps herself doing all three. Viva Gaga wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(look I still listen to Sabbath so calm down captain, wooowooooowooooooo!!!!!)