Gaga on the Born This Way Ball Tour: “I’d Never Name a Tour After My Album!”


“What’s most important to me is that the spirit of the Monster Ball is not dead,” GaGa explained to Billboard. “That the Monster Ball kind of lives on through the new show, and that the idea of the Monster Ball is what my tour is always called.”

“We just do sort of variations on this theme, sort of beautiful idea of all the fans getting together and rejoicing in their identities, which is what the Monster Ball is all about,” she continued.

The singer also said she dislikes the notion that every tour has to be based solely around the album she is promoting at that particular time.

“It’s essentially like a painting that we’ve created together, so I don’t want to make a new painting. I just want to create the next in the series,” GaGa added. “I’m never gonna be the kind of artist that just slaps the name of my album next to my tour.”

So, like — It’s not the Born This Way Tour. It’s the Born This Way Ball Tour. See how artistic and high-fashion it is now?



  1. SelenaGomezStan
    Posted May 30, 2011 at 3:45 am | Permalink | Reply

    “It’s essentially like a painting that we’ve created together, so I don’t want to make a new painting. I just want to create the next in the series,” GaGa added. “I’m never gonna be the kind of artist that just slaps the name of my album next to my tour.”
    What the fuck does she hear herself when she talks

  2. SelenaGomezStan
    Posted May 30, 2011 at 3:46 am | Permalink | Reply

    GaGa added. “I’m never gonna be the kind of artist that just slaps the name of my album next to my tour.”
    Impied shade, implied shade, implied shade!

  3. Jillian
    Posted May 30, 2011 at 9:21 am | Permalink | Reply

    Jesus Christ, what a pretentious boob.

  4. Blogging Info Desk
    Posted May 30, 2011 at 10:32 am | Permalink | Reply

    Mentally disabled and Retarded fucker is Mentally disabled and Retarded

  5. letterwc
    Posted May 30, 2011 at 11:12 am | Permalink | Reply

    Name: The New You
    Description/Summary: Britney Spears decides that drowning her sorrows is a good way to pass the night. After all, juggling performances, album releases and kids sometimes takes its toll.

    Drinking was a silly socialising design which nowdays, Britney had no time for. So when she found herself locked in her bedroom with three bottles of wine, she didn’t exactly know what she was doing.

    But her friends were enjoying eachother’s company, and Britney would do anything to break the monotony and make herself feel slightly better. Not that she was sure it would make her feel any better; but all of those people can’t be wrong, and she was beginning a fresh start, which, well, gave her the excuse of experimentation if nothing else.

    And so she uncorked the bottle and poured some into a generous sized glass, before turning on, and up, some music. The first sip made her cringe; the ethanol had a strange taste to it, and it burnt her throat as hse swallowed, but she soon got used to it as she glugged more down.

    When she uncorked the second bottle, she was actually enjoying herself. Well, she thought she was anyway. She was lying on her back on the bed, but the world was still spinning around her. She smiled to herself, and nearly choked on her next sip. Drinking while horizontal was not the best of ideas. It was dark, and classical music floated round her head. She could almost see it in the air, and it made her feel unnaturally happy.

    And then she felt cold, and a shiver passed down her spine. She took another drink to try and get rid of the feeling, but it didn’t go. Did this always happen? Out of habit, she raised the glass to her lips and when he lowered it again, a face swam above her.

    She sat up, alarmed, and looked around. There was definitely a shadow in the corner that hadn’t been there before. She thought so, at least. It was hard to tell. Everything was spinning.

    “Hello,” it said, and she jumped.

    “Hi,” she replied warily. “…How?”

    The shadow laughed, and stepped forward.

    “Good job you left me a way to get out, eh?”

    Britney shook her head, and ended up momentarily disorientated. “I wouldn’t.”

    The bed creaked and lowered as the past-Britney sat down in Britney’s personal space. Britney didn’t move.

    “No, I don’t think you would. But she did.”

    “She is me.”

    “Was. You’re better. I like you better.”

    Britney snorted, “You hate me.”

    “I helped you. Saved your life.”

    “Not mine.” Britney paused, “Is it gone?”


    “The Karma?”

    The Past-Britney laughed.

    “How did you get out of me?”

    She laughed more.

    “What?” Britney asked.

    “You’re drunk.”

    “I am not.” She slurred.

    “You’re slurring.”

    “I’m not.”

    “How much have you drank? You would never drink before.”

    “I’d never touch my fans before.”

    “Touched your fans? You mean, you held their hands?”

    Britney shrugged.

    “I really, really like you.”

    “What do you want?” Britney spat, taking another drink.

    The Past-Britney clapped her hands together and positively cackled.

    “No looking back? No forgiveness?”

    “I forgot about you.”

    “I know.”

    “You came back. You came out of my brain, and escaped from my head.”


    “Why? To haunt me?”

    “I’m not dead.”



    Britney attempted to look the Past-Britney in the eye.

    “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said, and the Past-Britney smirked.

    “You know, I think we could get on.” She snatched the bottle and took a big gulp of it. “Why are you drinking?”

    “Felt like it.”

    “But you don’t…”

    “I didn’t.”


    “I feel different. My head, it’s young.”

    “Trying to recapture your youth?”

    Britney drunkenly gestured to herself.

    “You’re more aggressive. What happened to the whole little girl thing?”

    “Didn’t really work for me.”

    “Good. You were turning into a crybaby.”

    “Thanks. I suppose that’s much worse than you being the way you are.”

    “The British girl with an Umbrella.”

    “Two British girls with an Umbrella.”

    The Past-Britney laughed again.

    “Because I like you; I won’t attempt to take over you while you’re still pissed.”

    “Very kind of you.”

    “It’ll be much funnier to watch you try to stop me with a hangover.”

    And then she drained the rest of the bottle, stood up, clapped Britney on the shoulder and was gone.

    Britney huffily uncorked the last bottle and poured it into the glass.

  6. CCCC
    Posted May 30, 2011 at 11:47 am | Permalink | Reply

    GaGa added. “I’m never gonna be the kind of artist that just slaps the name of my album next to my tour.”

    lmao this is the most annoying shit when she does this. she sneeks it in there, using sloppy words like ‘slaps’, to try and look other-artist look bad when really it doesn’t matter at all. shit like “I’m not just another bitch in a dress” She always tries to act like she is better than everyone else, but she is just as much hollywood bullshit as the rest of them.

  7. Fos
    Posted May 30, 2011 at 11:53 am | Permalink | Reply




  8. Justin
    Posted June 5, 2011 at 2:57 pm | Permalink | Reply

    I love it how you people take a seemingly harmless statement/quote and try to spin some shade into it to get a rise out of others. Isn’t that what makes the world go ’round?

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