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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Like Madonna

By Connie A. Lopez-Hood


          for Lady Gaga

She wears horns
She is hatched

She is (not) like Madonna
She is (not) like Beyonce
She is (not) like Christina
She is not like Brittany

She was hanging from a cross
She was dripping lots of blood
She was dripping, draping meat

She is Dada
She is daddy
She is (not) mommy
She is Gaga
She is gagging
She is super(ficial)

She is assemblage
She is (dis)assembled
She is abject
She is eject
She is reject(ed)

She is gendered
She engenders
She is androgyne
She is a(borted) fetus
She is probably chromosome

She is covered with costume
She is covered with custom
She is covered in carnal
She is (not) herself

She wore horns
She was hatched

She hangs (from) a cross
She is (not) like Madonna
She drips blood
She drapes meat
She is (not) (her)(self)



Author Bio:
Connie A. Lopez-Hood is currently working on her MFA in Poetry at Cal State University San Bernardino. She serves as a Poetry editor for Ghost Town literary magazine. Her work appeared in Our Stories Literary Journal as a runner-up for the Gordon Flash Fiction Contest and is forthcoming in Polari Journal's April issue. She is currently working on a chapbook collaboration entitled Operation: Lifted Flowers, with two other Inland Empire poets.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Beyonce's "Video Phone" (featuring Lady Gaga) - Observations and Discussion

By Eddie McCaffray and Meghan Vicks

1.  Camera as Heads; Male Gaze

 
Vicks:  So, gaze theory anyone?  The men in "Video Phone" either (a) have video-cameras for heads or (b) heads covered fully with wraps (I'll discuss this latter point below).  I'm reminded of Mulvey's "Visual Pleasure in Narrative Cinema," (an essay, by the way, with a slew of faults, but nonetheless has some really important ideas), in which she talks about the male gaze, and how it structures, defines, and conditions the "pleasurable" image of the woman on the (movie) screen.  Here, Beyonce has reduced these men's heads to the symbol of the gaze itself - the video-camera - as if hyperbolically saying, So you want the male gaze?  You got it.  Both the song and the video are about Beyonce performing and existing for the video-phone/male-gaze, but the music video really heightens and underscores the perversity of such a project.  Beyonce embodies many different versions of the femme fatale and pin-up girl (e.g. Bettie Paige) that are produced by the male gaze, but she ALSO reduces the men to prisoners, victims, and slaves to their visions produced by their cameras. 

McCaffray: Besides Mulvey, I think Zizek is relevant here.  He writes (on the first page ofThe Plague of Fantasies): "This plague of fantasies of which Petrarch speaks in My Secret, images which blur one's clear reasoning, is brought to its extreme in today's audiovisual media."  Sounds exactly like "Video Phone" to me.  Even besides the camera-heads, who I think clearly represent what onlywords is talking about above (turning the gaze against the gazer and reducing him to it and only it), the basic shooting and editing of the music video recreate the effect of gaze-overload on the viewers (who are, of course, also exerting a hostile gaze).  The stuttering film, flashing lights, blurred-and-superimposed images over one another - all these devices make the person watching the video get the sense that their own gazing-apparatus, by which they limit and control both the world and the people they encounter in it, is being disintegrated, melted, and dismantled by some emancipatory (and avowedly-sexual) force.   

2.  Guns; Phallus Wielding/Worship


McCaffray: Guns and motorcycles are not exactly new metaphors for penises (er, phalluses), and it's that common connotational currency that Beyonce and GaGa are trading in.  They both wield and worship the phallus, and this double move gets a lot, semiotically, accomplished.  Beyonce and GaGa stroke, straddle, and oogle their guns - they draw in the eternally-male assumed viewer and turn the power of his controlling, dehumanizing gaze into their own, hypnotic power.  This isn't an uncommon way to "use" women in movies, TV shows, music videos, comic books, and so on, and often the idea of women exerting power over men by being sexy is, in my opinion, a cheap version of sexism and an attempt to hide the controlling male gaze's ultimate victory.  It plays into and promotes stereotypes about lust-peddling vixens (with no other form of power) and drooling, idiot, willpower-less men who don't and can't know better.

But in Beyonce's video, the concept of phallus-ownership and phallus-envy are mocked and destroyed.  Instead of a simple "man has phallus woman wants it" or even "woman captures phallus and is liberated," the garish and hilariously-fake plastic guns (even a bow), the comical sexy-soldier costumes, and the over-the-top sexualized dancing and video-editing (moaning, o-faces, sinuous choruses of "fiiiiiiilm me") serve to reveal the way phallus-oriented competition plays out in day-to-day culture.  Once revealed as such, this play becomes undeniably silly and childish.  By the time Beyonce is statuesquely-straddling a luxury motorcycle while firing an automatic rifle while moaning and groaning, the whole kit and caboodle has been thoroughly parodied.


Vicks: What you say reminds me of a line from Cixous' "The Laugh of Medusa":  "As a woman, I’ve been clouded over by the great shadow of the scepter [phallus] and been told:  idolize it, that which you cannot brandish.  But at the same time, man has been handed that grotesque and scarcely enviable destiny (just imagine) of being reduced to a single idol with clay balls" (85).  Haha!  Cixous said "clay balls"!  It's probably even funnier in French.

But in all seriousness, I think Beyonce IS making the phallus a quite comical thing to wield and parade about.  In fact, one of her first outfits displays the spades, hearts, diamonds, and clubs from a deck of cards, implying that she's the joker or the jester.  THE TRICKSTER! - The figure that always parodies and makes fun of sacred culture.  And what's more sacred than a big dick (er, phallus)?


3.  Gaga as Beyonce; Mirror Play
Vicks: It has been reported that Gaga told Beyonce "I don't want to show up in some frickin' hair bow and be fashion Gaga in your video.  I want to do you."  I think that they nail this, this mirroring of Beyonce by Gaga.  Gaga's hair is always perfectly air-blown a la Beyonce, and her make-up plays up her femininity; when the two are filmed together they wear the same white outfits.  And then, there's that amazing dance centerpiece during which Gaga and Beyonce not only perform synchronized moves, but are also filmed, at times, as though they're looking at their mirror image, facing one another and mimicking one another's movements.  The overall effect, then, is that Gaga performs Beyonce, is a reverberation of Beyonce's image.  I'm tempted to launch into a discussion of Baudrillard's simulacrum (the image of the image of the image, with no original), and how both Beyonce and Gaga are exploring the ways in which images produce identities, but instead I'll just end with this thought:  one person dancing around/on a chair is really cool; two people doing the same dance around/on a chair is even better.


McCaffray:  I was also wondering if GaGa's vocals in the video/song weren't intended to imitate Beyonce a little bit.  She seems a little more opened-up, a little more amazon-y in her singing than she does in many of her own songs (where she might screech, sing-talk, or sing through her nose a little more).  Of course she also has those creepy "You wanna video me?"s that seem to be the opposite of what I'm talking about . . . so maybe not.  And what is the effect of the mirroring?  It seems to illustrate at once the dehumanizing properties of the male gaze (it doesn't matter which women, the specifics aren't important - any will do) and show how an attack on the gaze, however freeing, is also an attack to some extent on the discrete and stable self.  If we abandon our controlling, determining gazes, how will we keep one object from blurring into another?  If we no longer objectify women, are we subjectifying them?  And if we are, what happens to us as the subjects of all our actions, thoughts, feelings, and desires?    
 
4.  Blue head wraps; Man tied up 


Vicks: When I saw the images of the men with blue head wraps, and especially of the man who is tied up with a head wrap, I immediately thought of Abu Ghraib, and the pictures taken there of torture and prisoner abuse.  I should also mention that at one point, Beyonce is dressed in an army-green leotard and military cap.

In any case, the men with their heads wrapped signify a state of emasculation - a stripping away of their male gaze and their masculine power.  I think this emasculation and torture escalate as the video progresses, and perhaps culminate with Beyonce shooting arrows into one of these hooded men.
 

McCaffray: It also continues the motif of linking gaze (at its most basic, vision) and dehumanization.  We can gaze at them but they can't see us (or anything).  We have every kind of power that they lack - the power not only to move fluently around in a world of obstacles and objects, but the power to constitute them as the kind of Other we want or need without them being able to use us in turn.   
 
5.  Arrows shot into human (male) target
McCaffray: Well, Beyonce has clearly mastered her camera-headed viewers as demonstrated by the one she shoots full of arrows.  Man is reduced to his gaze and then overcome by women using phallic (penetrative) power. When I saw this, I also thought of St. Sebastian.  Martyred for being a Christian and for converting others to Christianity before that was cool, Sebastian is usually depicted as being tied to a post and shot with many arrows.  Perhaps relevant to the video, Sebastian's patronage included soliders, and in representations he is often a nearly-naked, very sexy young man.  There are even reports that paintings of him had an undesired influence on young women.  If one wanted to string all this together into a cohesive message (as opposed to leaving it as a collection of nods to this and that cultural touchstone), one could say that Beyonce is destroying (sacrificing?) the dehumanzing power of the gaze by killing a representative both of those who control with their gaze, and those who control by drawing and fascinating the gaze of others. 



6. Sirens
McCaffray: This topic is closely linked to a discussion of male gaze, as I think is only natural.  Beyonce and Lady GaGa draw men in and fascinate them, either to their metaphorical (being reduced to a camera-head which can only gaze) or literal (being murdered with arrows!) doom.  And much of the siren-effect of this video/song is aural - which makes sense, of course. The whole song is filled with a frightening-but-difficult-to-ignore beeping as well as with moans that are not-at-all-disguised sex noises.  But I think the important thing to note here is not that either woman is using her body or her sexiness as a weapon against men.  In contrast to many other supposedly-feminist songs, men are not insulted, attacked, stolen from, or tricked.  The only victim of real violence is a camera-head, a man reduced out of humanity by his gazing.  Or just a totally nonhuman reified concept/allegory-thing with legs.  The lyrics are entirely positive in their address to a presumably-male listener, and in the video the main violence is done against the seriousness and pomp of phallocentric posturing.  This is a video that, as far as such things go, is devoted much more to gender emancipation than gender one-upmanship.  Like that Cixous quote above implies, the patriarchy's crimes aren't just against one gender, but against them all.  


Vicks:  I can't help but mention Odysseus here:  tied to the mast of the ship, desiring to listen to that song that draws him in, captivating and deadly at once.  The song of the sirens stirs Odysseus to abandon his journey, give up his homeward-bound; in other words, relinquish his identity.


McCaffray: This is exactly what I happen to think, and what I was trying to get at in Point #3: gaze is a dehumanizing and discriminating force, but by the same nature it is a force that is vitally necessary for the constitution of stable personal identities.  I think that, if systems of exploitation and discourses that enable the use of power on humans are things we want to do away with (or at least cut back on), we have to be prepared for less stable personal identity.
 
7.  Connection to "Telephone"   
Vicks: Both "Video Phone" and "Telephone" playfully grapple with the ways in which media culture (the spectacle, the image, instant communication, etc.) affect and condition our lives, have become almost an organic part of the 21st-century human.  In "Video Phone," the male gaze, which is perpetuated by the camera, creates and dictates the ideal image of woman; woman then embodies or performs the ideal image (thereby becoming that image, I would argue), and in doing so becomes master over the man who creates and worships the image.  It's a cycle of creation, subjection, creation, subjection, and the image is the driving force, the catalyst of the entire system of identity.  "Telephone," too, is also concerned with the role the media plays in our contemporary existence: how it's both empowering and dictating at the same time.  
 
Other things to analyze and discuss:

- The Modern-Western Opening (Tarantino, again?)
- Beyonce's costuming
- Relationship to Beyonce's other videos

Monday, April 12, 2010

"Just Dance" and "Telephone" as Two Sides of the Same Coin

by David Hall

An obvious question to commence with is why specifically are these songs two sides of the same coin? Lady Gaga released Just Dance as a single in April 2008, both a Billboard Hot 100 Number 1 and UK Number 1 single, and reaching chart-topping positions internationally. Whilst Just Dance initially seemed a disposable single concerning a vacuous perspective of city center nightlife, Gaga quickly revealed herself as an accomplished performer and nuanced songwriter. Her achievements arguably culminated in February 2010’s Telephone – with its Thriller-esque promotional feature – performing similarly to Just Dance by peaking on the Billboard Hot 100 at Number 3 and again Number 1 on the UK singles chart. The common subject matter and to a certain extent the themes of the two songs are self-evident from their lyrics, and it is easy to tease out both similarities and oppositions in their ideologies.


Both feature narrators commentating on various occurrences during an evening in a club, relatable to anyone familiar with modern urban nightlife. In Just Dance, the narrator briefly worries that she is too intoxicated to function properly (“I’ve had a little bit too much”), before concluding the only sensible way forward is to forget such problems, become lost in the moment and "just dance." Telephone more complexly opens with what the listener is to imagine as a clipped telephone conversation between the narrator and her significant other. The narrator quickly grows tired of being hassled by her partner, however, and wishes to stop communicating, presenting various thinly-veiled excuses (“you’re breaking up,” “I cannot text you with a drink in my hand”) as reasons to cut short the exchange. In what seems to be an internal monologue, the narrator maligns the haranguing she has to endure from an item of technology, before wishing to disconnect from a cerebral existence to the purely visceral one presented in Just Dance, “Stop callin’, stop callin’, I don’t want to think anymore, I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor.”

Both songs are written in unusual keys for popular music; Just Dance is composed in the key of C# Minor, Telephone in F Minor. Just Dance is arguably the more upbeat from a purely theoretical point of view, with two minor chords in its main progression, despite having a more negative thematic outlook. C# Minor has fallen largely into disuse in the popular era, considered an ‘awkward’ guitar tuning which usually requires the use of a capo. Nonetheless it was regularly used in classical music, with some notable modern exceptions such as Shakira’s Whenever, Wherever, The Rolling Stones’ Gimme Shelter and The Beatles classically-informed Lennon composition Because, itself inspired by Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. F Minor is relatively more widely used, indeed in some of the 20th Century’s most famous songs such as Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit and Green Onions by Booker T and the MG’s, but again is mostly a classical staple. F Minor’s use in balladic (Kelly Clarkson’s Because of You) or melancholy-sounding songs (2+2=5 by Radiohead, Madonna’s Papa Don’t Preach) demonstrates C# minor’s comparably more upbeat cadence. As such, the songs as compositions both exhibit Gaga’s classical sensibilities with regard to songwriting.

Living Hedonistically or Rationally, Acquiescently or Rebelliously
With a background established, some broad observations may now be offered to begin an analysis of the two songs, in order to prompt thought and discourse. The first is that Just Dance is symptomatic of living vicariously, and Telephone of living calculatedly. Secondly, if Just Dance is to be viewed as a surrendering, then Telephone should be regarded as defiance. A discussion with which to support these inferences may now begin.

As previously stated, Just Dance deals with a surrendering and a vagueness, and is generally opposed to Telephone’s definite agenda. The song is made up of impressionistic glimpsed images which flash through the narrator’s mind. Perspective bounces from anxious glances around an alien environment – “All of the people start to rush” – to lucid and almost poetic observations ostensibly about social life, “Control your poison, babe/Roses have thorns, they say.”  The lyrics are representative of a mind under the influence of alcohol, mood and confidence often swinging in the space of a single line, “Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?/I can't remember, but it's alright” before surrendering to the song’s motif. Everything seems wrong, indistinguishably meshed and vaguely interspersed together; many themes connote inebriation, particularly the breakdown near the end, “Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic, got my blueprint it’s symphonic.” Telephone concerns itself with the specific; although the song comes to largely the same conclusion as Just Dance, it presents and addresses a particular and dissimilar problem. It linguistically and stylistically limits its scope, narrowing to a definiteness missing from Just Dance. If a clear example of this is needed, compare Beyoncé’s strident, punchy R&B middle eight with Colby O’ Donis’ ethereal and perhaps superfluous contribution to Just Dance. Both ‘guest sections’ act as totems to the songs as entities, Telephone unambiguous and clearly-defined, whilst Just Dance is informed by unreliable sensations. Telephone only deviates from its scheme once, in the ‘Grand Central Station’ reference, the effect of which is discussed later.

Just Dance
begins with an invocation of the producer’s name RedOne – often misheard, perhaps appropriately given the song’s context, as ‘red wine’ – followed by Gaga’s own. In between these namechecking introductions, O’Donis’ voice briefly enters, pronouncing “Konvict”, the name of the record label he is affiliated with. RedOne occupies the same function here as the record label; he is faceless, an extremely effecting yet invisible presence, and crucially a male one. Even if the producer were female, it is an overbearing, patriarchal and definitively masculine role which is occupied. This seems a fairly phallocentric statement at the outset of the song, the male voice sublimating the female voice by adopting and using it to his own end. Just Dance is apparently a collaboration, yet not only does RedOne’s name comes before Gaga’s, but Gaga herself is made to establish this hierarchy. There is a similar occurrence at the outset of Telephone’s video, albeit with somewhat more parity attached to it; the legend “Starring Lady Gaga & Beyoncé” is displayed first, before writer/director Jonas Åkerlund’s name appears alongside Gaga’s. This is despite the performers still being presented within a record company construct similar to the ‘Konvict’ emblem in Just Dance:


Telephone appears as the infinitely more feminist song; Beyoncé is the track’s main collaborator, and is a powerful female influence reinforcing the track's feminist (possibly even anti-male) sentiments. She is the Nietzsche-inspired Überwoman in many ways, embodying a fierce, almost aggressive femininity. In sound, ethic, and appearance, Beyoncé is a personality, image, and artistic influence to match Gaga’s. As if to cement this image further, Beyoncé’s costume near the Telephone video’s climax as she and Gaga dance amongst their victim’s corpses is strongly reminiscent of Wonder Woman, a literal Überwoman embodying all of the strongest character suits of the female gender.


In this respect, she equally recalls the Maschinenmensch, the female agent-provocateur robot of Fritz Lang’s 1927 film Metropolis, who embodies not only the strongest suits of the female gender but also the most evil. Beyoncé consciously adopted the pronounced feminine form of the Maschinenmensch for her Sweet Dreams video, at times augmenting her onstage attire with hip padding and even wearing a replica of the Maschinenmensch costume for her performance at the 2008 BET Hip Hop Awards. Gaga’s autonomous, emotionless appearance towards the end of the kitchen dance sequence and as she serves poisoned food in the diner scene also recalls the Maschinenmensch’s blank visage of “calm madness.”





Above photos - Top to bottom, compare: Gaga; Metropolis actress Brigette Helm; and Beyoncé as the Maschinenmensch.

Telephone is a kicking back and a reclaiming of ground from masculine influence, seen both in the video (the prison and diner scene) and heard in the song (the untouchable, unreachable woman). The woman is no longer vulnerable in Telephone, and has unplugged herself from the Matrix. Both songs treat certain similar occurrences with differing attitudes. The narrator losing her phone in Just Dance is presented as a problem to be overcome, as is losing her keys; amnesia is necessary in order to maintain the song's sentiments, but broadly it’s negative to be incommunicado. And yet the narrator of Telephone has embraced, even become addicted to, this freedom. In this respect, the prison in the Telephone video can be viewed in many ways as a maintaining and not usurping of liberty, permitting the narrator her ability to stay ‘out of the loop.’ The inmates are allowed to retain their identities and individuality through their clothing and relationships, and authority figures granting contact with the outside world is presented as a form of oppression.

Telephone’s Deviating Rhyme Structure
Telephone seems the archetypal Monster song in a way similar to that in which Just Dance is the archetypal The Fame song. Despite the video’s garish color palettes and exploitation cinema artwork digressing from the largely gothically-tinged Monster side, Telephone deconstructs the sentiments of The Fame, seeming unconcerned with materialism and subtly twisting convention and reality. Whereas Just Dance can be taken all-too seriously, Telephone’s awkward and clashing rhymes and half-rhymes render it impossible to take at face value; its sentiments cannot be interpreted in the black-and-white meaning of the lyrics, more in the gaps where the structure breaks down, intoning double meaning. The intentionally poor rhymes in Telephone make the song seem tongue-in-cheek, following Gaga’s style of undermining her serious facade with playful alterations of both her music and image.

It is impossible to dismiss Telephone’s vocal tics and undulations as accidental or the product of poor songwriting, debasement of conventional construction being entirely within its remit, and so part of a broader comment on meaning. At the end of the first verse (“Sorry I cannot hear you, I’m kinda busy”), the phrase “K-kinda busy” is intentionally repeated; “I’m kinda busy” could just as easily have been repeated, but instead the word (which of course isn’t strictly a real word) is usurped and broken up. The effect of this is that the listener is warned that all may not be as it seems within the context of Telephone. However this isn’t even the first instance in the track of such an occurrence, as the distorting elongation of the word ‘what’ in the third line already points to a corruption of form and meaning in Telephone. On the face of it, the effect is of a phone line breaking up; a deeper reading suggests a sliding of meaning in the song. Rhyme patterns shift tectonically throughout Telephone, tying themselves up in complexities; words which could be mistaken for rhymes in fact are not:

A    Hello, hello, baby/you called, I can't hear a thing
B    I have got no service/in the club, you see, see
B    Wha-Wha-What did you say/oh, you're breaking up on me
B    Sorry I cannot hear you/I'm kinda busy
[A simplified rhyme scheme, as separating all lines would result in a confusing ABCDBDED structure]

‘Thing’ and ‘see’ are meant as rhymes in the opening AB couplet, and yet when written down they clearly fail to rhyme at all. Therefore, the resulting ABBB rhyme structure changes in the second verse to:

A    Just a second/it's my favourite song they're gonna play
A    And I cannot text you with/a drink in my hand, eh
B    You shoulda made some plans with me/you knew that I was free
B    And now you won't stop calling me/I'm kinda busy

This progression features internal rhymes (‘me/free’ and ‘me’ rhyming with the masculine syllable connected with the on-beat in ‘busy’) and a fracturing of meter, with the third line in this verse featuring fourteen syllables as opposed to the thirteen in all other lines. This breaks from the regular thirteen-followed-by-twelve beat lines in the opening verse. The effect is heightened by the ‘breaking up’ of the words; without repetition of ‘hello’ and ‘see,’ and the stuttering of ‘what’ the meter would be fractured entirely. Iambic rhythm in lines such as these is displaced completely, for example the third line of the first verse essentially begins with three consecutive stressed syllables, “Wha-wha-what”. This is opposed to the regular, almost metronomic meter used in the chorus – and particularly in the skipping post-chorus – and throughout Just Dance.

‘Grand Central Station’: An Anomalous Image
Following on from this, the word “Sometimes” in Beyoncé’s Grand Central Station line is masked as a feminine-beginning word, when the more natural pronunciation forces a masculine – stressed ‘sometimes rather than unstressed ‘sometimes’ – beginning to the word. As previously mentioned, the Grand Central Station reference (a line sung by Beyoncé) is Telephone’s only deviation from what is a fairly narrow range of semantic fields, particularly when compared to Just Dance. Throughout most of the song, the themes used can be broadly categorized into technology (for instance, “I have got no service”), social life (“Out in the club and I’m sippin’ that bub’”) and relationships (“Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone won't make me leave no faster”). But the line in the final verse “Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station” fits into none of these categories, and remains ambiguous in the context of Telephone. Indeed, it’s probably Telephone’s most obliquely interesting line, one that from a purely connotative point of view Just Dance cannot match.


On a literal level, the image can be linked to Gaga’s hometown and Beyoncé’s adopted city. But in a more figurative sense, the use of the word ‘telephone’ in itself is interesting and only begins to make sense when considered alongside this reference. Telephone is quickly becoming an obsolete term, being replaced with its shortened version of ‘phone’. Indeed it takes Beyoncé to finally use the abridged title (“the way you blowin’ up my phone”, “I shoulda left my phone at home”) for the first time in the song, from which Gaga quickly follows suit, “I am sick and tired of my phone ringing.” But Grand Central Station is an image bound up in the mythology of telephones more than most places, due to the sheer number of public payphones within the building. It could be argued that until recently, this is one of the last places where it was possible to see telephones en mass, which find visual representation in the payphone Gaga uses in the Telephone video’s prison scene as the track itself begins. Similarly, a public transport hub such as this is imaginably a place embodying our increasingly wireless culture in the west, with almost every person possessing a mobile telephone, many of them in operation, ringing, dialing and texting. More abstractly, it could also be viewed as an image linked to the transitory nature of modern life. Grand Central Terminal is a building intended for traveling through and passing by, nearly every person inside is an interloper, barely stopping inbetween stages of a longer journey. A parallel can then be made to both Beyoncé’s public profile and the increasing hysteria – bordering on ‘Gagamania’ – that was beginning to surround Gaga at the time of The Fame Monster’s issue. Grand Central Station characterized as above seems from the outside in to fit the life, relationships and industry that surrounds these two performers. Lady Gaga until recently was probably viewed as a figure of equal transience, making disposable popular music and liable to disappear at any moment. It is only with the release of The Fame Monster that she has become a truly influential force in 21st Century pop. 

The narrator of Telephone also treats her relationships as equally provisional, namechecking “baby”, “boy” and the slightly less frigid “my girls,” but uses no actual monikers. Grand Central Station is the only proper noun present in the track, whereas the outset of Just Dance is comparatively clogged with names; Just Dance also seems concerned with the concept of identity (“what’s the name of this club?” the narrator twice asks) whereas Telephone shares no such curiosity. Grand Central Station also seems to symbolize the notion of Derridian Différance in the context of Telephone and the concept of the telephone, although this probably warrants a separate, more expansive, debate. Grand Central Station – possibly the use of this term as opposed to the correct title Grand Central Terminal is as significant as the use of telephone and not phone – itself connotes many figures already discussed, such as transience, travel, communication and so on. Similarly, ‘telephone’ is entangled with many tropes itself; technology, modernity, again communication and so on. But the concept of the telephone cannot be realized without a dialogue, another person on another telephone with whom to speak. And yet the narrator of Telephone seems unconcerned about the conceptual opposition they are part of and to a certain extent causing in not granting the other telephone user a voice. Assuming the other user is male (which seems a reasonable inference given the use of the word “boy”), this is a further example of Telephone’s female voice successfully sublimating the male, in contradiction to Just Dance.

The Coin Lands: Heads Telephone, Tails Just Dance
The title of this article posits that Just Dance and Telephone are two sides of the same coin, and in conclusion it is worth restating the reasons for this. As previously discussed, both songs address the same subject matter from a similar perspective, though they differ thematically, both reach analogous conclusions. Just Dance arrives at a solution to all problems in its title, whilst Telephone’s payoff is exemplified in the line “Tonight I'm not takin' no calls, 'cause I'll be dancing.” In terms of thematic analysis, the two songs adopt differing attitudes towards hedonism, technology and crucially to gender dynamics. Although aspects of Just Dance appear manipulated by the male gaze, Telephone redresses the balance with a defiantly and definitively feminist stance. The female sex is much more powerful – physically, intellectually and ideologically – in Telephone’s world than in Just Dance’s, but it has also learned that there are consequences to knowledge, and that Just Dance’s naive egoism is false, or at best only workable in exceptional circumstances. Despite the benefit of such hindsight, Just Dance appears more optimistic, both from the perspective of music theory and with regard to its outlook. The sentiments of Telephone come at a high intellectual price, with its narrator unable to ‘live in the moment’ in the same manner as Just Dance’s. Interruptions to the narrator’s favorite song in Telephone for example play on their mind in a way that fails to occur to the narrator of Just Dance. Broadly, Telephone is the much more evolved composition, and close linguistic analysis reveals a tight controlling of meaning, whereas Just Dance’s unravels like the intoxicated mind. Finally, it speaks volumes about each track simply that ‘just dance’ is a blank statement, whilst ‘telephone’ is a much more ambiguous term bound up in Différance. Concluding the metaphor, Telephone occupies the ‘heads’ side of a coin; this is due to its considered, empirical perspective and awareness of its own sociological and philosophical implications. Just Dance represents ‘tails’ as it operates on a purely intuitive level, appealing to the expressive body rather than an ineffective and inebriated mind.


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David Hall graduated from the University of Central Lancashire with a First Class Honours Degree in English Literature and Philosophy in 2009. Specialising in contemporary literature, he completed his dissertation ‘The Philosophy of the Post Apocalypse Novel’, analysing the philosophical inclinations of works including Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. He contributes music reviews and features to various online publications and runs a music blog No School Like Old School. A determinist with a penchant for postmodernist and deconstructionist thought, David reads, writes and plays guitar in his spare time.

I enjoy philosophising about the everyday, and not in a ‘there is no spoon’ manner. Analysing books, film and music may seem to layer them with unwarranted meaning, making them appear even more impenetrable. But I believe this not be the case. Philosophising about creative products of our culture both enlightens us and demystifies them. It proves that that very little is completely hollow and devoid of import; there is meaning all around us.

On the specific subject of Lady Gaga, whatever one’s musical opinion of her, she is obviously an aesthetically and conceptually fascinating figure. The overwhelming majority of her ‘Little Monsters’ are no doubt attracted by her addictive and shrewdly commercial brand of dance-pop. Yet she operates on a level of symbolism all-too-rarely seen in the modern mainstream, a realm that having artistically matured unerringly quickly, she now comfortably occupies. Ever since The Beatles, pop music has been subject to a postmodern free interpretation of meaning. The mere fact that what at first seem shallow pop songs can be analysed as such should be reassuring; the sheer proliferation of critical interpretations – particularly presented by Telephone – suggests that intelligent pop music is still flourishing, if only we scratch the slick production veneer.