In the year 2020, I will bet you all my United Nations Space Bucks that in all the Artists of the Decade countdowns in all the music magazines (or Space Blogs or whatever), Lady Gaga will place towards the top. She’s not going anywhere and I will stake my reputation on this. Exhibit L:

Now, the fine art of taking a popular dance song about fucking, neutering all the fun production touches and energy that made it awesome in the first place and doing a straightforward novelty cover is as old as time itself, or at least Travis. Except when Lady Gaga does it here, she’s not only neutering a song she herself wrote and performed in the first place, she’s putting a different sort of balls into the song.

Sorry about that metaphor.

There’s just too much going on with this one to write her off. She writes her own stuff (and was a writer for other singers for awhile, which, you know, makes her hungry as shit). She’s weirdly sexy and sorta funny-looking at the same time, no matter what Muppet she’s wearing. She’s also awesomely pretentious for a pop star, even when talking to Scandinavians.

Madonna snuck in under everyone’s radar with a bunch of silly bullshit and a few absolute jams a couple decades ago, and now she’s, y’know, Madonna. Lady Gaga appears to have the same sort of ambition, and she may not be stupid to boot.

I’m not sayin’ anything, I’m just sayin’.