For reasons beyond my ken, Tabitha Hale and Molly Teichman subjected themselves to the questionable sexuality and superlative showmanship that is Lady Gaga, then made their experience grist for the podcasting mill. Their suffering is our gain, though, so there’s that.
I’m really digging on Fringe 411. It is a nice, tight half hour of “news of the weird”, filtered through two very smart and entertaining women. Also, Molly’s voice is pure silky smooth feminine charm. That’s not to say Tabitha doesn’t have a good voice. She does. Molly’s, however, is…yowza.
Now, about Lady Gaga. I get the buzz about her, but as someone who remembers David Bowie in his Ziggy Stardust days, I’m not as agog about her as I might be if I’d never seen that act before. Bowie had the “androgynous and sexy, costumed, elaborate stage show” thing hammered before Lady Gaga was a gleam in her (?) father’s eye. It could be that she’s adding a new twist to the old routine, but my casual viewing hasn’t revealed it. She does have talent, though, which places her astronomical units higher in the pop music heavens than the vast majority of groups cranking out forgettable albums.
I don’t know what that all has to do with Elijah Wood as Waldo (or is that a more colorfully-dressed Buckwheat?). You’ll have to listen to find out!