To the Monster Ball

She might written off as a bright yellow haired, bare assed, weird plastic outfit wearing freak, but to me, she is one talented musician, with an amazing voice and incredible energy and charisma that sweeps across the venue who makes freaky music videos. The woman rocks. I'm taken aback by the number of young girls with no more than single digits to their credit. My mother never took to me to see a cutting edge concert....au contraire,I got taken to the ENT the day before to check if the blaring sounds of the band would cause any further harm to my struggling ears and was advised by the doddering old codger in the white coat to carry cotton wool in the pockets of my "frock" to stick in my ears if the cacophony got too much!!

She's been pulverized by the press for her disturbing images of bondage, blood and gore, but I have to admit, one's feral side is strongly aroused by the gleaming wetness of blood. Not sure what the 7-12 year olds sharing the space with yours truly will grow up into, but its not the devil of rock and roll, but the sight of sight of wetly gleaming blood that spikes my libido.... Cause for concern? Or should I be more worried that it's the sight of human blood that's making me feral?! The crowd swoons over the opening bars of Angelo (her most pathetic offereing and reminds me of a similar reaction brought on by Elton's pathetic Sacarifiiiice.. - honestly, what is wrong with people?!?!), and I wonder how the sound of ripping throats might enliven the performance. I'm charmed by her funky double bass and Jerry Lee Lewis eat your heart our performance on the flaming piano. Blondies got cojones and is totally weird with the blood smeared on her throat and chest, but the encore completes the night with a heart thumping Bad Romance.

I'm pretty sure that its the combination of wetly glistening blood and thumpa thumpa music (or could it be the evocative imagery?) that leaves me ravenous.... Hmmm. Methinks Dracula was just very misunderstood....