Now there’s a general rule in the media that you only write about people who are already famous, because no one cares about people who aren’t – especially musicians who aren’t. But does the world really need one more story about Lady Gaga? Of course not. So let’s talk about Ben.
Ben met Lady Gaga once. Okay, maybe it wasn’t Lady Gaga. But he met a girl with blond hair – I think her name was Clementine. Clementine used to listen to Lady Gaga. In fact, Clementine met Lady Gaga, and she told Ben about it, and he didn’t really care because he was too busy playing his guitar and talking to his cat, Fluffy.
How many times do I need to mention Lady Gaga before a search engine starts funneling millions of people to this blog?
Really, that would be a bad plan, because they’d be the wrong people. They would be Lady Gaga fans, and I have a confession to make: I cannot name one song by Lady Gaga. In fact, I’m not even sure if I’m spelling her name correctly, and I’m too lazy to Google it and find out. So fuck Lady Gaga and all her fans. Not because I hate them and not because it will make the world a better place – but just because I wanted to write about Ben and she came in here strutting her somewhat musical stuff and completely took over the blog post.
I’ll write about Ben later. But while you’re waiting for that story, check out his awesome singer/songwriter/musician talents right here: benwalkersongs.com