It's February, hors, or as DJ Li'l Scratch laments, the shortest damn month to gather up your mortgage or rent. Which means he's taking on extra gigs at the Manor's Tickle Stick Lounge, but, hey, gotta keep that catnip and Alaskan cod coming, amirite? Today, Li'l Scratch presents you with an artist you're likely very familiar with. She has many sobriquets: Madge. Nonnie. Esther. Vadge. Gammy. So many names for a pop star who's determined to stay "relevant." Is she succeeding? For many decades she did, and then - ka-boom! - she ran out of gas, drove off a cliff and exploded in a fiery blaze of meh, whatever and pff with her 2008 release, "Hard Candy," her first album in which, as many critics noted, she followed pop music trends instead of making them, utilizing near-passe hit producers, like Timbaland, The Neptunes, and, of all people, Justin Timberlake, whose careers were already flagging or soon to extinguish. Every song is lazy, prog...