In that Rolling Stone interview (which actually looks really interesting), Lady Gaga talks about a lot of things, including her new album, which, for the moment, is going to be released in early 2011:

“I’ve been working on it for months now, and I feel very strongly that it’s finished right now. It came so quickly. Some artists take years; I don’t. I write music every day.”

She also says that the new album will be angrier than the last two:

“And I have been for three years baking cakes—and now I’m going to bake a cake that has a bitter jelly. The message of the new music is now more bitter than it was before. Because the sweeter the cake, the more bitter the jelly can be.”

I don’t know if I get the jelly metaphor, but whatever, Lady Gaga, you just do what you do.  I’m more excited about the political aspect of her new stuff:  she has songs that cover political issues that she feels passionately about, such as the ridiculous “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy:

“Why are we still talking about ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell?’ It’s like, what fucking year is it? It makes me crazy!”

I’m looking forward to this album, because I feel like if she’s singing about important issues instead of stuttering about poker then I won’t hate her so much when they play four of her songs in a row at the club.

And you’d just have to be rockin’ out in utero to be this cool, this soon.

She’s sixteen years old, but she’s been putting the perfect band element “for years.” Excuse me while I go ralph. And yeah. I said “ralph.”

Momsen spoke to Ten Gossip earlier this week about what makes a rock-goddess maven tick, and claims that the work she’s put into making her band epic is what drives her to succeed:

On who she would chose dead or alive to have dinner with:

“John Lennon.”

On if she could go back in time where she would go:

“Roaring twenties.”

On how the band got together:

“I’ve been working on putting the right band together for years, and now it’s finally clicked.”

On her favorite song on the EP:

“They all have their own meaning to me, can’t really pick a favorite.”

On her favorite part of the album making process:

“All of it really, the writing can be cathartic.”

On if she wrote the songs herself on the EP or collaborated with anyone:

“I wrote it with my guitar player.”

On how she would describe her music:

“Rock.”

Wow.  Girlfriend doesn’t pull any punches with her interviews.  I just love how in-depth she got with so many of her answers.  And she probably does it on purpose in order to, you know, leave herself open for interpretation, ’cause that’s what all true artists do. Leave themselves open to ridicule. for interpretation.

These guys over at Ten Gossip must be so pleased. They really got their money’s worth on this one, lemme tell you.

Jake and Vienna from The Bachelor have broken up, and there is a whole lot of drama surrounding those crazy kids.  At first, the story was that Jake broke it off because he thought Vienna was cheating on him, but she denies that. Then Vienna’s stepmom stepped up to say that the Vienna was the one to end the relationship because of Jake’s fame-whoring.  Lex, the girl that got eliminated on the first episode, is on Vienna’s side, stating that

“I find it hard to believe that she is guilty of anything negative in the breakup … except for falling in love with a man whose heart was clearly not available for her in the first place.”

Ooh, cryptic.  Whatever the case, the couple doesn’t want you to know about it just yet.  Here’s the statement they released:

Jake and Vienna have split. They appreciate the respect for their privacy at this time.

Maybe if they hadn’t met, dated, “fell in love,” and got engaged on television their privacy would have a better chance of being respected.  As it were, I imagine Jake will be fame-whoring his way around town in no time, looking for a rebound.  A lucky, lucky rebound.

Yo, I said it from the jump: Khloe and Lamar are the real deal. They just are. I don’t know what it is that makes them so perfect for each other. If I did, I would be out there finding my own Lamar, you know what I mean? There’s just something about them that works. Exhibit A: Khloe was on the sidelines of all of her man’s NBA finals games and when he and the Lakers took the whole thing, she bought her man a Bentley. That’s a $400,000 car, yo. That’s real expensive.

They remind me of this Lil Wayne lyric off his Paper Planes remix: “I pitch her ten gs, tell a bitch to go shopping. She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper.” Because that’s what love’s about, you guys. Not material things, but being there for each other. Being thoughtful of each other when you don’t have to be. I see that with these two.

And while we know Lamar worships Khloe and that thick ass, she’s all about him too. She wrote on her blog, “What a year this has been for Lamar!!!!! Cheering on my hubby from the stands and watching the Lakers win the NBA championship last night was one of the proudest moments of my life!!!” Watching her man do him to the fullest and knowing that she helped him get there should definitely be one of the proudest moments of her life.

Love these two.

OK, they’re not tits-up, of course, but the waistline is pretty up there, huh? Granted, they’re not nearly as bad as Mischa Barton’s lumpy plaintain pants, so I grudgingly admit that I really can’t needle her too much over them.

Holmes was photographed yesterday, out and about in NYC, and I’ll be honest with you — though she’ll probably receive a lot of criticism for her choice in pants, I’m actually kind of digging them, and I think she looks pretty great.

See, I just can’t rock pants like this. I’m way too short. Katie’s what, 5’9″ or something? I, well … I’m just not. I’m more what you’d call 5’3″. Barely. If I wear high-waisted pants like this, not only do I look even shorter, but I look dumpy, too. I’m not overweight, but pants that take up 3/4 of your body height are definitely not flattering if you’re 5’6″ or less.

Anyway, I love, love, love the shirt. My husband always busts my ass about my plaid-loving ways, making cracks like I look like I’m off to wrassle some steer, but I don’t give two shits. Or two steer, for that matter.

You like what you like, right?

My girl Wynter hooked me up last night and took me to the Miley Cyrus concert at the House of Blues where she was celebrating the release of her new album, Can’t Be Tamed. Her performance at Sunday night’s MMAs was quite the topic of conversation over here yesterday, so while I’ve never been a huge fan of Miley’s music (I mean, who doesn’t love “Party in the U.S.A.”?), I knew that I was in for one hell of a show… and yo, that girl did not disappoint.

Let me tell you something about this Miley Cyrus: She’s not a normal kid. While she was introducing the second song of the evening, she said to the audience, “I wrote this song for my mom, who’s not here tonight. She’s sick. I mean, I would have been here, but I understand.” Woah, right!? She sold her mom out on stage… and then dove into a pretty decent song that sampled the Poison song, “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn”. As a person over the age of 15, I obviously found her use of an 80s ballad to be a bit silly, but she sang the hell out of it.

For me, that’s the anecdote that summed up the night. I don’t know a 17-year old that would have the guts to mouth off about their parents in front of a room of fans, family and industry folk, but I also don’t know a 17-year old that would be able to capture the attention of a few hundred people just by jerking around on stage and singing her heart out. I mean, it’s no freakin’ wonder she’s comes off as bratty. She can afford it! Whether or not that will hold up a few years from now I’m not sure of, but for right now it’s obviously working for her.

If you’re a parent who is thinking of taking your kid to this tour but is worried that it might scar them, don’t worry about it. Seriously. None of the kids in the room had a clue that what Miley was doing with her pelvis on stage is normally only done by naked adults and the parents in the room seemed to get a kick out of it. I actually saw a mother with a gaggle of little girls smiling her face off as her daughters cluelessly watched Miley simulate sex on stage. It’s like a Disney movie that’s aimed at kids but winks at the parents. I don’t see kids winding up in therapy after seeing this, and if anything, it is probably empowering to see another young girl rock out on stage like that… but I wouldn’t be surprised if all of them were a little mouthier than usual on the car ride home to Anaheim.