DAY 1 January 30, 8:07 p.m. In the middle of a European tour opening for the Pussycat Dolls, Gaga phones after a show in Cardiff, Wales. “Tonight I wore black rhinestone panties and a metal breastplate that was custom-made for my boobs. The stage was smaller than it usually is, but when I was 19 I did burlesque dancing in New York at clubs and gay parties, so I can dance on just one foot of stage. “I met Paris Hilton the other night, but I don’t make a big deal out of it. I grew up in Manhattan and we went to the same private school on the Upper East Side, though not at the same time. It was a sweet moment, because she’s such a figure in pop culture and I write about everything she stands for. But unlike her, I rarely go out. This evening I’ll probably stay in and listen to this new song I recorded today. I like to roll around in bed with my songs and figure out what feels good.”
DAY 2 January 31, 8:00 p.m. We get a call from Gaga in Dublin as she preps for a performance on Irish TV. “We arrived this morning. I was very excited because my room is this gorgeous penthouse with a white baby-grand piano in the living room. When I saw it, I started to cry. I played for a couple of hours, then gave my assistant a heart attack because I wouldn’t take a shower. I was like, ‘I’m not showering. I’m being brilliant and writing.’ “Writing a record is like dating a few men at once. You take them to the same restaurants to see if they measure up, and at some point you decide who you like best. When you make music or write or create, it’s really your job to have mind-blowing, irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea it is you’re writing about at the time.”
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