Ok ok ok ok ok. I’m pretty sure that LMC will most likely lose and sort of cred that it may have had, after this post. But here goes anyway. Except for those who have spent the last 18 months in a bomb shelter, or have recently awoken from a long coma, there is no avoiding the hype that surrounds Lady Gaga. Reagan and I have had countless discussions about her. Reagan is obsessed. I am repulsed. We do both agree that she is a very talented individual. There is also no denying that she gives the kids what they want.

So, I guess for me it comes down to whether or not she has a soul. In my mind there is no better embodiment of the once abstract idea of a “sell-out.” There have been a few occasions when I have seriously been blown away by her vocal abilities (namely when she is messing around/ad-libbing on SNL, etc..). Despite her obvious depth of skill, she continues to write and publish pure crap. The problem is that, the crap is catchy crap.

I can honestly say that I don’t care for the majority of the music that she has released. There are a few tracks, however, that I am now for the first time publicly admitting, have gotten under my skin. The song that I’m sharing today is probably the one that I like the most. It is from “The Fame Monster.” The song is called “Telephone.” Beyonce is also featured on this track. It is the story of ever clubber kid’s standard weekend. Check it.

FYI, if you are really bored, check out all of the tribute videos there are for this song on YouTube. Reagan and I wasted a good hour and 1/2 being amazed by them.

Fashion week is here. One of the cool things about fashion week, is all of the cool stuff that happens around the City, at night (after the runway shows, etc.). SoJones hooked us up with some invitations to a few pretty exclusive parties, last night. We set out intending to hit all three, but ended up camping out the first one we went to. The DJ was super good. The Roca Wear people are super cool to chat with. But most of all, the company was off the hook. Sorry to bomb this post all up with photos, but here I go:

Jay Z

Beyonce

Reagan and Jay Z

Reagan and Beyonce

Check out the rest of the pics over here.

… is lining the bottom of the cage this week.

On a sad note, we are giving the birds away. They are going on Craigslist as soon as we get back to town. Hit me up if you are interested in 4 finches+cage.

A bit late this week, I know. But I was a little bit preoccupied on Monday, with some more pressing issues. Thursday afternoon is better than never, though. Right? One of the cool things about having a significant other, is being exposed to music, movies and other cultural items that you may have never known about otherwise. When I first started dating Reagan, I was exposed to a lot of music that I probably never would have been interested in, had I not met her.  That goes for most of the bubble gummy type of stuff that I listen to. I always had kind of an aversion to it, probably because I thought like it didn’t fit in with my image, or something. Whatever all of that means. Anyway, I met Reagan. She listened to Destiny’s Child, had a girl crush on Beyonce, etc.. I thought “Hey, I totally dig Reagan, who is totally amazing. Maybe this music that she likes so much, isn’t as lame as I have convinced myself that it is.” That’s not to say that Reagan’s musical taste is limited to bouncy pop music. There is actually quite a significant overlap in our itunes libraries. But Destiny’s Child is definitely one artist that was not in mine, until I met Reagan. It didn’t take me long to figure out why Jay-Z and Reagan love Beyonce so much. The song that I’m sharing today is “so good” from “Writing’s on the wall.” Give it a listen.