CONCERT REVIEW: GIRL TALK
Girl Talk show at Metro on Saturday. We went to the all-ages 7pm show. This is because apparently specific-ages Girl Talk shows sell out in 0.0653 seconds. So, while the big kids were at home legally drinking beer and maybe taking their old-age pills, Team Power Love hung out with the pre-pubescents. There were a lot of humans who have yet to go through puberty at the 7pm show. Also, I think the girls behind us were trying to figure out whose mom was gonna pick them up after.
No matter, though! Team Power Love is characteristically not self conscious about our age (72). This is because we are young at heart and we love all people equally. And also, we have a raging drinking problem and the more drunk you get, the easier it is to handle little girls who squeal. That is blatantly untrue.
The best bet was upstairs in the balcony to see this show because the downstairs was filled with the aforementioned non-zitted people, all of whom smelled like hormones.
We caught the tail end of Dan Deacon, which is unfortunate, because we hate Dan Deacon. Except that, for his penultimate song, he turned off all noise making appliances and guess what? The entire venue kept singing along and it was awesome in that we-are-all-in-this-together way, so now we like Dan Deacon. But we don't want to see him again, not that we saw him this time anyway since he insists on playing inside the audience, on the floor, with the riff raff, as though he's building a fort and all the people standing around him are protecting him from, perhaps, birds of prey.
So then the dude of Girl Talk pops out on stage and they have to get rolling, you know, this is the first show of the night, not the last, there are timetables and itineraries to adhere to, and what I can say is this: the stage was eaten up by the aforementioned pimple-free set, so that from above, the main floor looked like one flat area covered in arm-waving humans. Eventually Girl Talk dude had to move to the front of his set-up to play since the place where he originally started playing was clearly commandeered by a girl and boy both of whom had trouble figuring out "that beat thing," but both of whom were so clearly enamored with the music that it was hard not to love them. People on stage, people on the floor, people, people everywhere but not a drop to drink.
Except for the beer, which at Metro costs $458.53, without tip. BUT BUT BUT, for those of you who can remember the good ole days, Styx was played! And the highlight of the evening: Souljah Boy woven around Journey's "Faithfully" and mixed until it all became one bright arena-rock show-stopping ending and at that point I realized that maybe those aforementioned zit-free rodents down below weren't so different from me, no, we are all human, are we not? And it was a good feeling, a peaceful feeling, a feeling of oneness with the universe, which lasted about 2 seconds after I walked downstairs and heard somebody yelp, "Oh. My. Gawd. I KNOW! That hair makes her look TOO WASHED OUT!"
We met this guy on the el. He gave us suggestions for movies to watch. There are apparently many movies about The Man and how The Man is keeping us all down. Did you know that? You should. Luckily there are movies out there to tell you about it. I can't remember the names of those movies now, though, but I'm sure there's a section in Netflix called The Man Is Out To Get You Yes You section.