the unbearable lightness of ke$ha

Is it me, or has Ke$ha's music gotten a little bittersweet? There's a plaintive note in some harmonic line that suggests that the queen of stuttering and sloppiness is ready to hang up her ripped tights and, God forbid, spend a night in reading her high school journals and drinking chamomile. Maybe I'm reading too… Continue reading the unbearable lightness of ke$ha