I'm convinced had this been released last year it would have smashed. So ahead of it's time.
It's kinda scare how ahead of her time Madonna always is. MDNA was the only slip-up (even then, we could still see some type of Masterpiece or even GMAYL in the upcoming years, I wouldn't be shocked).
Ray Of Light and its subtle electro tics were mimicked by pop artists for nearly the next decade.
Music / American Life incorporated sing-talk and heavy electronic influences, popular 5+ years later.
Confessions On A Dance Floor incorporated dance music which blew up only 3+ years later.
Hard Candy did R&B and she collabed with Pharrell - Blurred Lines literally sounds like a production that could have possibly fit on Hard Candy. It's scary!
Katy is alone in the studio. It's late. Everyone has gone home. But in order to put her name on the new song Bonnie wrote for her, she needs to make some kind of contribution. She takes a colored sharpie. In big, loopy, glittery pink letters, she writes "Make it CUTER!" and underlines the 'cuter' twice. Pleased with herself, she grabs her purse and is about to head out when she hears a whimper.
She follows the sound down to the basement/office supply closet. She hesitates for a second before pulling the door open. Turns the light on. There, in the corner. Ke$ha. Handcuffed to the heavy supply cabinet. One eye completely bloodshot. Big clumps of hair torn out. Upper lip busted open. Feet bare, clothing torn, shivering. A gimp ball in her mouth to keep her from screaming. She whimpers again, like a pathetic wounded animal.
Katy is horrified. She runs to Ke$ha and pulls the ball out of her mouth. Ke$ha spits out a broken tooth and a dribble of blood.
"Please help me," she begs. "He's starving me. He says he'll keep me down here until I look like I belong on a stage instead of a Sears catalogue."
"Of course! We need to get you out of here! Where's the key?"
Ke$ha points a shaky broken finger at a key hanging on a hook in the wall. Katy makes a dash for the key. But suddenly she stops. She doesn't see the key anymore. Instead she sees a big glittery 1, like a gold star on top of a Christmas tree. The top of the Hot 100. What will happen if Luke finds out that she let her out?
Katy pretends to reach for the key, then suddenly grabs the gimp ball and SHOVES it back into Ke$ha's mouth. She flicks the light off and exists without another word, shutting the door behind her.
Katy is alone in the studio. It's late. Everyone has gone home. But in order to put her name on the new song Bonnie wrote for her, she needs to make some kind of contribution. She takes a colored sharpie. In big, loopy, glittery pink letters, she writes "Make it CUTER!" and underlines the 'cuter' twice. Pleased with herself, she grabs her purse and is about to head out when she hears a whimper.
She follows the sound down to the basement/office supply closet. She hesitates for a second before pulling the door open. Turns the light on. There, in the corner. Ke$ha. Handcuffed to the heavy supply cabinet. One eye completely bloodshot. Big clumps of hair torn out. Upper lip busted open. Feet bare, clothing torn, shivering. A gimp ball in her mouth to keep her from screaming. She whimpers again, like a pathetic wounded animal.
Katy is horrified. She runs to Ke$ha and pulls the ball out of her mouth. Ke$ha spits out a broken tooth and a dribble of blood.
"Please help me," she begs. "He's starving me. He says he'll keep me down here until I look like I belong on a stage instead of a Sears catalogue."
"Of course! We need to get you out of here! Where's the key?"
Ke$ha points a shaky broken finger at a key hanging on a hook in the wall. Katy makes a dash for the key. But suddenly she stops. She doesn't see the key anymore. Instead she sees a big glittery 1, like a gold star on top of a Christmas tree. The top of the Hot 100. What will happen if Luke finds out that she let her out?
Katy pretends to reach for the key, then suddenly grabs the gimp ball and SHOVES it back into Ke$ha's mouth. She flicks the light off and exists without another word, shutting the door behind her.
Katy is alone in the studio. It's late. Everyone has gone home. But in order to put her name on the new song Bonnie wrote for her, she needs to make some kind of contribution. She takes a colored sharpie. In big, loopy, glittery pink letters, she writes "Make it CUTER!" and underlines the 'cuter' twice. Pleased with herself, she grabs her purse and is about to head out when she hears a whimper.
She follows the sound down to the basement/office supply closet. She hesitates for a second before pulling the door open. Turns the light on. There, in the corner. Ke$ha. Handcuffed to the heavy supply cabinet. One eye completely bloodshot. Big clumps of hair torn out. Upper lip busted open. Feet bare, clothing torn, shivering. A gimp ball in her mouth to keep her from screaming. She whimpers again, like a pathetic wounded animal.
Katy is horrified. She runs to Ke$ha and pulls the ball out of her mouth. Ke$ha spits out a broken tooth and a dribble of blood.
"Please help me," she begs. "He's starving me. He says he'll keep me down here until I look like I belong on a stage instead of a Sears catalogue."
"Of course! We need to get you out of here! Where's the key?"
Ke$ha points a shaky broken finger at a key hanging on a hook in the wall. Katy makes a dash for the key. But suddenly she stops. She doesn't see the key anymore. Instead she sees a big glittery 1, like a gold star on top of a Christmas tree. The top of the Hot 100. What will happen if Luke finds out that she let her out?
Katy pretends to reach for the key, then suddenly grabs the gimp ball and SHOVES it back into Ke$ha's mouth. She flicks the light off and exists without another word, shutting the door behind her.
Katy pretends to reach for the key, then suddenly grabs the gimp ball and SHOVES it back into Ke$ha's mouth. She flicks the light off and exists without another word, shutting the door behind her.
Katy is alone in the studio. It's late. Everyone has gone home. But in order to put her name on the new song Bonnie wrote for her, she needs to make some kind of contribution. She takes a colored sharpie. In big, loopy, glittery pink letters, she writes "Make it CUTER!" and underlines the 'cuter' twice. Pleased with herself, she grabs her purse and is about to head out when she hears a whimper.
She follows the sound down to the basement/office supply closet. She hesitates for a second before pulling the door open. Turns the light on. There, in the corner. Ke$ha. Handcuffed to the heavy supply cabinet. One eye completely bloodshot. Big clumps of hair torn out. Upper lip busted open. Feet bare, clothing torn, shivering. A gimp ball in her mouth to keep her from screaming. She whimpers again, like a pathetic wounded animal.
Katy is horrified. She runs to Ke$ha and pulls the ball out of her mouth. Ke$ha spits out a broken tooth and a dribble of blood.
"Please help me," she begs. "He's starving me. He says he'll keep me down here until I look like I belong on a stage instead of a Sears catalogue."
"Of course! We need to get you out of here! Where's the key?"
Ke$ha points a shaky broken finger at a key hanging on a hook in the wall. Katy makes a dash for the key. But suddenly she stops. She doesn't see the key anymore. Instead she sees a big glittery 1, like a gold star on top of a Christmas tree. The top of the Hot 100. What will happen if Luke finds out that she let her out?
Katy pretends to reach for the key, then suddenly grabs the gimp ball and SHOVES it back into Ke$ha's mouth. She flicks the light off and exists without another word, shutting the door behind her.
This wouldnt even surprise me though.
She even took pics and everything.