Like anyone, I’d listen to music virtually my whole life.  When I was younger, though, I wasn’t a big fan of music with lyrics.  That didn’t stop me from becoming partial to several great songs, but I was very happy with something I could stereotypically rock to.

I’d become quite a fan of The Cranberries when I was twelve, though, and that was the first time I’d ever really become a real fan of a particular artist.  When I was fourteen, I became a huge fan of Jewel.  For a while, her and The Cranberries would go back and forth as my favorite, but Jewel, eventually, came out on top.

Well, it’s been over a decade and I’m almost 30 so it’s no surprise some things might change for me. Needless to say, I still love Jewel and The Cranberries and they will always hold a special place in my heart.  However, I must admit, I have a new love.  For a while now, I was torn between her and Jewel as my favorite because Jewel had been so good to me and so reliable for so damn long.

It should be obvious, but if it isn’t I’m referring to Lady Gaga, of course.  Her awesome lyrics mixed with lavish rhythm you can move your body to is just orgasmic nirvana.  The more of her music I listen to, the more I find myself falling in love.  Her talent, alone, is enough to warrant this dramatic promotion, but she comes with so many lovely bonuses; my personal favorite being her civil rights activism.

I’d been leaning this way for a while, now, but I decided to just accept it. Jewel, honey, I love you, but I really just love Lady Gaga more.