REAL. Lady Gaga and Howard Stern Are Two of The Very Few.

This is on Lady Gaga’s newest Netflix documentary, older and superb interview with Howard Stern and Howard Stern’s everything and film, “Private Parts”.

… Is one version of the intro.

Live life on the edge, halfway between heaven and hell and let’s all dance in the middle, in purgatory. Lady Gaga a.k.a. Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta

… Is another version of the intro.

When minds and souls of the same character and charisma come together, not only synergy is being made, but also the world seems to become a better place to be. Both for those witnessing and for the minds and souls of the same character and charisma.

Lady Gaga and Howard Stern. Same vision.

I believe in doing what you like in life. It makes you a better person. First because you struggled to get to that what (and the struggle makes you go through stuff that definitely makes you grow) or have been (you just can not settle and the sweet and sour struggle is your middle name) figuring out what is that what and second because once you’d only started to wonder, you’d already become a better version of yourself.

Just like with clothes. They do have the ability to make you feel better. Come on, you most certainly can think of, at least, one combo of yours that made you fly one day or had figured out what is it that makes you better and fly and you wear that all the time. It is called style and it is similar to finding the what that you like. As concepts.

In purgatory.

Theoretically, this is how we grow up, but in fact I think that this is just an excuse for us to get out in the world and play. We do the homework and then we play for as much as we want to. I mean why the fuck not? We only live once and most of it in our heads and you know the drill, make sure it’s a nice place to be. Just like the world.

So there’s the what we love doing, there’s the style and then there’re the things that light up fireworks inside.

One of the coolest experiences I have lately experienced was going live on a radio show. With the heart full of fireworks in my lungs. Yes. It was something that I have always wanted to try out ever since I was a kid and saw Private Parts.

It’s one of my all time favourite autobiographical stories. Being true to your heart at all times definitely can not only get you to mental orgasms, but also the people around you. Literally for Howard Stern, metaphorically for the most of us.

Years later, when Lady Gaga attended Howard Stern’s show, in 2011 while on The Monster Ball Tour, fireworks popped out of the magic the two created. Beware, it might aim your heart! 👇🏻

It is pretty often that I play things like 👆🏻 in the background when at home and this is how OZ is being created.

True to your heart. Once true to your heart, always true to your heart.

Orgasms (above).

Multiple, just like in Private Parts. The first orgasm is made out of one of the best love relationships I have ever seen: Howard Stern + Alison Stern. The second is made out of one of the best work relationships: Howard Stern + Robin Quivers. The third is made out of Alison and Robin’s personalities. The forth one is made out of the best, the funniest, no muss no fuss relationships: Howard Stern + Fred Norris. The fifth is made out of the best chemistry at work: Howard Stern + Robin Quivers + Fred Norris + Gary Dell’Abate. Mm…

On one hand. Is the hand a coincidence in the vicinity of the orgasm?

On the other hand, there’s Lady Gaga, real as ever – the reason behind her ability to have worn whatever it was she dreamt of regardless of comments or praises, back in the days. However, now Joanne looks different in Gaga: Five Foot Two. She plays and sometimes hurts herself, yet she continues to play and be Gaga. Be real:

It all goes back to me, loving who I am. 

I have integrity.

This business is full of the most fake ass mother fuckers you will ever meet and they will sit here and kiss your ass and then the minute that you have no more ratings on your show, they don’t want to talk to you anymore. 

  👉🏻 Once Gaga, always Gaga. 👈🏻

We grow up and let things make us grow just so we can feel as kids again. The wiser we feel we become, the more playfully we allow ourselves to live.

To dance.

Stefani and Howard dance. You bet! Lady Gaga broke record with Monster Ball Tour (one of the top 10 highest-grossing tours of all time) for Debut Headlining Artist. Howard Stern leads the pack as the world’s highest-paid radio show host. They are both real and do what they love.

And have done two more interviews since the first one in 2011.

Robbie Williams Feels


Now how to write this to be as entertaining as the show was? Should show some balls, lots of teeth and a blonde crest. Sing the lungs out right through your speakers. Join a band. Get out if it. Then get fat. Then thin, then fat again. Go to rehab and get fat again and thin again. And then write “Angels”.

And then, maybe then, this would come close to the entertainment Robbie delivered last night, in Bucharest. Nope, not even then! And not ever. Because there’s only one Robbie!


But “Love supreme” is a 15 years old song. So what? Don’t you want to hear all (ALL would be perfect, perfect af!) the songs you’ve grown up to? You don’t? You bet you do! I don’t care he hasn’t released anything new yet as long as he (HE!) is just going to sing “Feel” or “No regrets” right in front of me. Are you f*cking kidding me? Well, you might and that’s cool, too. F*ck you. Jk.

It (this “Let me entertain you” tour) has to be his way into our hearts again (that’s in case he ever left any), right before he releases an album and kicks it again! Yes, he can!

Concerts are fucking awesome!

There’s an unique vibe that you can only find in concerts. And it’s the only place you can stay with your hands up for two whole hours and dance and scream the fuck out of your stomach all together. When, on what planet, under what circumstances could you ever listen to “Wonderwall” (!!!) or “Still haven’t found what I’m looking for” (!!!) or “Back for good” (!!!) covered by Robbie? Only if you’re married to the guy. And you’re not! I know, boo-f-hoo!


This covers thing is a whole new trend. It’s cool to see, though, everyone singing everyone’s songs. Music brings people together. Think about it! When listening. When looking. When dancing. When dreaming. When flying. When whatever.

However, music is magic!

Robbie is all about confidence. And attitude. And fun. Maybe you would’ve said “And ego”. But last night, after he pulled out “Bohemian Rhapsody” and absorbed all that love (for Queen, not for him) together with you in front of the gods (Queen)… I say “And love!”. And humbleness. Robbie-Williamsness.


He is funny. The coolest. Yet, have you ever paid attention to his (written-by-himself) lyrics? Paid attention, not just listened to (you can find it below).

Yet, there is nothing more difficult than explaining humour. Nothing more boring, either. Humour is very particular, it has its own colour, brain and culture.

He can show us his butt (I can totally resonate with it, I did it all the time to my brother then laugh by myself out loud through the way back to my room) and sing “Feel” like there is no tomorrow.

“No regrets” was my last night’s favourite. And “Angels”. And everything. Fuck it.

Regardless, mom, I am not talking with fucking all the time. Robbie was! Last night.

PS: “Casa poporului” never looked better.



Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don’t understand

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
Cos I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
I don’t wanna die
But I ain’t keen on living either
Before I fall in love
I’m preparing to leave her

Scare myself to death
That’s why I keep on running
Before I’ve arrived
I can see myself coming
I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
Cos I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
And I need to feel
Real love and the love ever after
I can not get enough

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
I got too much love
Running through my veins
To go to waste

I just wanna feel
Real love and the love ever after
There’s a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It’s a real big place

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand

“No Regrets”

Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we’d live our lives together
And not enstranged

I didn’t lose my mind it was
Mine to give away
Couldn’t stay to watch me cry
You didn’t have the time
So I softly slip away…

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it’s just a point of view
But they tell me I’m doing fine

I know from the outside
We looked good for eachother
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn’t like my mother

I don’t want to hate but that’s
All you’ve left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
(We’ve been told you stay up late)
I know they’re still talking
(You’re far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they’re late)
If I could just stop hating you
I’d feel sorry for us instead

Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you it was a real blast

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
Write me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it’s just a point of view
But they tell me I’m doing fine

Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead

Written by Cristina Pavelescu