Brace yourselves, because Mr. KanHey is here to disrupt the status quo with a gospel choir of glitter, defiance, and raw truth. We’re not just talking music—we’re talking movement, magic, and a melody that dared to say, “I was born this way” decades before it was trending on your discover page. Enter Carl Bean, holy father of queer anthemic liberation, and Lady Gaga, high priestess of pop metamorphosis, colliding in a cosmic echo chamber of soul and purpose.
In a time when disco was dismissed and queerness hidden in the shadows of shame, Carl Bean blared through with a voice dipped in freedom and sanctified funk. His 1977 firestarter, “I Was Born This Way,” wasn’t just a song—it was a sermon, a sonic slap in the face to conformity. It was the kind of record that didn’t just chart—it tattooed itself onto dancefloors, church basements, protest marches, and lovers’ hearts. He didn’t ask for permission. He declared presence. Bean made queerness gospel, and now—decades later—the Mother Monster herself is making sure the world remembers the preacher.
In an exclusive clip from the new documentary I Was Born This Way, Lady Gaga sanctifies Bean’s legacy, reminding us that pop music isn’t always fluff and glitter; sometimes, it’s armor. “When that song stopped charting, they didn’t stop playing that song in clubs,” Gaga muses with that signature fire-softness only she can conjure. “And the movement didn’t stop.” Pause. Let that echo. Movement. Didn’t. Stop.
Let me tell you what she’s really saying beneath the sequins: anthems don’t expire when the charts forget them—they evolve. They root themselves into culture like guerilla seeds, waiting to bloom in the next basement ballroom or bedroom speaker. Bean’s anthem wasn’t built for Billboard. It was built for eternity. It was built for the misfits, the outlaws, the beautiful queer chaos that refuses to be tamed.
Gaga isn’t just throwing roses at Carl Bean’s legacy—she’s pouring gasoline on the cultural bonfire he lit. And I, for one, am ready to dance around it in patent leather boots and a silk cape. Because in this world of fast news, faster cancellation, and identity becoming commodity, a reminder of raw, unapologetic embodiment is the revolution we forgot we needed.
“I Was Born This Way” isn’t a relic—it’s a relic that resurrects itself every time someone refuses to apologize for being alive. And Gaga, ever the alchemist, is turning memory into movement. Again.
So remember this, culture vultures and pop prophets: Before Gaga’s meat dress, before Madonna vogued, there was Carl Bean wailing divine thunder through a disco beat that dared to sing the unspeakable. Now his story’s about to shake movie screens and redefine queer musical history.
Dare to be different or fade into oblivion. Long live the anthem. Long live the prophet. Long live the revolution on the dancefloor.
– Mr. KanHey
