girl talking.
all photos ©2007 jbin
The Girl Talk show at Chop Suey last night had been much hyped since it was announced back in October: The Stranger devoted tons of print space and bandwith to promoting the show, and word of mouth spread like wildfire amongst the hipster-elite in Seattle. Girl Talk's album has been the soundtrack to many a party in the last few months. People love it, and rightfully so. As one show attendee put it, "Night Ripper rocks!"
But, I really don't see what all the hype was/is about. I mean, it was a total dance party vibe night, and I love Night Ripper as much as the next dude (it's great to rock while getting ready for a night out), but dude's just chilling on stage with a laptop, cutting up mp3s. And not even busting out any new tracks or anything, just culling songs from the last 40 years or so, and mashing them up into a "frenzied, shiny mess." There's no vinyl involved; no true, inherent talent. I feel like I could do what he does if I had an egg timer, a sick laptop, and Serato. But, again, I still had a great effing time. He pwn3s the crowd.
The show was off the chains, however, and people were into it. As soon as he began his set (with an awesome sports reference, "Good evening, my name is Girl Talk, I'm from Pittsburgh, PA. Ignore the fact that we won the Super Bowl last year,") the crowd went absolutely nuts, rushing the stage and turning the club into one huge sweatbox. Girl Talk ended up shirtless, body surfing the crowd, dripping sweat on anyone and everyone who deigned to grab him as his body writhed overhead. After the show was over, as we filed out of the club, there were myriad people standing around in the below-freezing chill with clouds of steam rising from their bodies, glistening with sweat and shimmering energy. The show garnered a great turn-out that totally turned it out. Well played, Chop Suey.
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