Lady Gaga was me getting excited over YouTube, as I awaited the debut of Telephone between college classes. She was me being gagged by her VMA performance. She was the surreal feeling of acceptance of having someone embody the monstrous, but be so universally accepted. She was the comfort of hearing LGBT rights being spoke point blank on the radio, even when they were not legally accepted.
I joke about Lady Gaga only dropping an album when disaster is about to befall me, but her work has been a comfort for so many years. It is a privilege to stan an artist from their debut, and watch their journey unfurl with you. Artpop is not a bad album, btw. 💅🏼
It took nearly a decade of pleading from various recommendation algorithms for me to finally listen to him, but it took only the violin hook from The Libertine for me to stan. His music embodies a quintessential gay mental breakdown, where you want to run off into the woods and turn into a monster. Vulture is an absolute bop, and the (NSFW) pretty much embodies my gender, sexuality, and religion.
Unfortunately, he was overlooked by the GP, who tried to push him into being the next Mika. (During that uncomfortable time when Mika was still trying to look straight for the GP.) Patrick managed to self-publish after getting dropped, but unfortunately his fandom has waned throughout the years. Which is absolutely tragic considering the proliferation of open LGBT artists in music now, and we need his revival! Pronto!!
I was so very close to booking tickets to the UK just to see him in concert, because he's been rather quiet the past few years, but occasionally does random shows. Sometimes, when my article quota allows me to, I reread the New York Time's article about his shows in Brooklyn, and feel a passionate jealously that makes me want to run off into the woods and turn into a monster.