Back together at last…Metallica and Lady Gaga!

Guys, guys…GUYS! Did you catch the Metallica/Lady Gaga performance from the Grammy’s? Um…I didn’t at the time, because (1) meh…The Grammy’s, and (2) The Walking Dead (which is nowhere near as good as it once was but I’m in too way deep to give up on it now). But! Thanks to the Internet, I finally saw it. And I gotta say…

HOLY HELLFIRE AND FISHNETS!

And despite the sound problems that occurred, I mean that in the nicest way possible.

(Haters gon’ hate, btw. I’m sure that this performance had many up in arms. And, y’know, Metallica is polarizing, generally.)

(Quick now, before the video gets taken down! Pretty sure this is one dude’s recording [as you can hear said dude in the background] that keeps getting circulated around through various “users.” C’mon CBS, just put the damn performances online already!)

Now, you know that I like me some Metallica. And I have been suitably jazzed by their latest album, Hardwired…to Self-Destruct, which is so glorious in heart-pounding, head-mashing thrash. Ah, how it warms the very cockles of my heart to see these guys take back their spot in old-school metaldom in such a ball-to-the-walls manner.

And my husband agrees with me. So when we both heard prior that Lady Gaga would be performing “Moth into Flame” with the heralded band during the Grammy’s, we wondered what that would mean. In my head I saw something akin to a mash-up,  a performance that somehow smashed together metal and pop. Something like Wax Audio’s Lady Judas, which remains one of my all-time favorite mash-ups. He predicted that she would be even metal-er than the band. And we both worried a little that, because it’s the Grammy’s, things might venture a little either into the cheesier side of performance art or into the dreaded “safe zone.” But once those guitar riffs started, it was obvious that cheese was no where in site. And no one was safe.

And despite the issues with James Hetfield’s mic (for shame Grammy people!), both the band and Ms. Gaga looked like they were having the time of their lives. God, that was so good to see. Because with all the shit that’s going on in real life, it’s all the more fucking awesome to see people doing the things they love, and then having those things result in nothing but pure joy.

Now, on another note, I’m not sayin’ that Lady Gaga should make a metal album, but goddamn if she couldn’t. I don’t know that thrash quite suits her — with her deep set of pipes, she seems more in tune with the soaring sounds of Dio or Bruce Dickinson. Pure, grandiose heavy metal over something faster. But what the hell do I know? Nothing, really.


On a related note, here’s a video I recently stumbled across. It really wierded me out at first, but then, I got over myself. I had honestly never asked myself “what might Metallica sound like as a pop-punk band?” This guy provided the answer, and it doesn’t sound half bad.

 

Maybe Radio Needs to Kill the Video Star

Music videos. I love them, you love them, they are a beloved medium! But now more than ever I find myself shying away from the visuals of music on YouTube in favor of listening-only parties on Pandora. Most music can (and should) stand on its own two legs without help from a perky/crazy/troublesome video. I explore this notion in this post I wrote for Geek Force Network. (Special thanks to the wonderful duo of Sam and DJ Wonderdog of the I Hate Vegetables podcast for mentioning this article in Episode #003: Mayor Gargamel. So awesome!)

Geek Force Network

When the Buggles released their now classic and prescient hit Video Killed the Radio Star in 1979, MTV wasn’t even born yet. But once the channel hit the airwaves in the early 1980s, Radio Star, though it was about the infiltration of technology into life generally, became the anthem for a generation left behind — a generation that grew up on the real sounds and sights of music rather than those contrived by wacky studios and artists. But MTV brought music to the masses in a whole new way. No longer did people have to line up outside a club or stadium to actually see their favorite artists; they could do so freely from the comfort of their homes. Sometimes those musicians appeared in strange costumes and make-up, in visually weird situations that made no sense, or in the simplest of atmospheres. But however they were shown, they were…

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