She’s a dance-music wraith from another dimension, and the world is not ready for her. Gaga looks like Gozer appearing on the rooftop at the end of Ghostbusters, if Gozer was ready to party. In front of her, two Great Danes sit at attention, like Egyptian statues. There’s a spiky black-metallic shoulderpad on her vinyl bodysuit. Gaga’s face is covered by a mask made from crushed-up disco balls. Lightning crackles through the clouds as Lady Gaga rises, in slow motion, from a swimming pool. In The Number Ones, I’m reviewing every single #1 single in the history of the Billboard Hot 100, starting with the chart’s beginning, in 1958, and working my way up into the present.
