Celebrating ‘Mayhem’ at Joanne Trattoria With Lady Gaga’s Dad
My journey to Joe Germanotta's restaurant on the Upper West Side where we discussed Gaga’s legacy, her seventh album, and our top three favorite songs.
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I’ve been a diehard fan of Lady Gaga since the beginning of her career. One of my earliest memories of Little Monster-dom is buying last-minute tickets to The Monster Ball in Chicago in 2010. My mom, my sister, and I drove 800 miles from New York in a day to catch the show—once there, we bought blonde and lavender wigs, painted blue lightning bolts over our eyes, and headed to The Rosemont Theatre. I already liked her music, but seeing her live made me a Little Monster for life. Her performance was eclectic, controversial, and edgy, and her live vocals and stage theatrics were addictive to witness.
Since then, I’ve never missed a concert, and Gaga’s music has soundtracked every single phase of my life. When I was an 18-year-old starving artist in LA, I lost my Blackberry at a gay club, TigerHeat, and the next day was the first time I heard her on the radio: ”Where are my keys? I lost my phone, oh, oh, oh, oh.” Was this new pop star singing about me? Two years later, I was finally back in New York City (where I belong) and viscerally remember watching the premiere of the “Marry the Night” music video. Seeing her carry a piano up flights of stairs in an NYC walkup was such a specific and poignant reference to what it means to be an artist in New York. “I’ll hold my whisky up high, kiss the bartender twice, I’m a loser” is still one of my favorite Gaga lyrics–so much so, that at 22 years old, I got a “Marry the Night” tattoo on my bicep.
I also got the itch to swap bartending for travel writing right when ArtPop was released, and “Gypsy” became my anthem; my sister and I harmonized to Joanne’s “Million Reasons” as she got ready for her wedding; and Chromatica got me through a particularly dark period, where songs like “911” and “Replay” became my pandemic soundtrack.
Now, five years later, we have Mayhem—her immaculate seventh album with both chaotic yet organized energy; retro beats, and synthetic pop melodies; lyrics revealing deep levels of anger, betrayal, confusion, learning, and growth. While watching the 67th Annual Grammy Awards, I screamed at the TV like a bro watching a football game when that Mastercard commercial came on. Not only was it new Gaga, but there were flares of old Gaga in the choreography, the style, and the sound. I hate to say Gaga was back because she never left us, but “Abracadabra” made it clear she was making a return to her NYC underground roots.