Gaga-fied?

I've been living in the Pacific Northwest now since Summer. I've always maintained that the pace of the Northwest is much in tune with my own pace. What makes the Pacific Northwest particularly gripping is, and there's no other non-trivial to say this, music. I love the music scene from this neck of the woods. I especially love the text of music here. Music just feels different here. I illustrate. While driving South, Lady Gaga's "Poker Face" pops up on my iPod. I don't know how Gaga managed to creep into my playlist. It's a mystery. It's as much a mystery as Gwen Stefani's Love. Angel. Music. Baby. I don't know how it got on my iPod but it did. I took a glimpse of my Dad in the back seat and he was clearly digging Gaga. In shock, I turned around and said, 'wait, you like this?' He says "I do. It's catchy. Yeah, don't change it. Let it play"
Deep down I'm thinking, "dude, my Dad's into Gaga?!" But then she kind of sort of grows on me. Maybe it's because those around me are sort of inclined to like her. No, I'm not going all the way Gaga. Can't see it happening anytime soon. I've got too much new music to explore around here.

What's gripping about music is that it allows you to reconsider where you stand vis-a-vis your tastes and what the world has to offer. Music makes one more adaptable, even flexible. I'm not saying I'm morphing into a Gaga fan anytime soon. What I'm saying is that music, like few other things out there, has the power to make one revisit choices and attitudes.

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