Photography by Me (except the dancing old folks below, photographer not known)!
Okay, so it’s July 2nd, Baby & I are ready to get our Dance On! You know, a little bit of this…
…with a little bit of this:
i.e. we were ready to get our Girl Talk on!
The crowd wasn’t all that busy, we assumed it was because all the sets at Olympic Plaza were moved up by one hour and the schedule on the Sled Island guide was not updated. We discovered the next day that a weekly alt.rag would have the corrected schedule, not sure why the change, but whatever, we were there, we were ready!
We had never been in a Girl Talk show and all we heard about was the party his shows were, after all, the guy just “plays” a laptop of mixed & mashed up songs, basically an elevated DJ, of all kinds of “my jams” type songs, perfect! Baby, Chris, & I got up nice and close to the barricade. Someone pushed play on the laptop, can’t remember if it was Greg or if it was his main dancer/toilet paper gunner pictured above. Regardless, Greg comes out, hops on the crowd for a 5 sec crowd-surfing session, then gets back on stage and starts to do that hopping thing he does while arched over his laptops.
Next, about 20 people, a myriad of fanboys & girls, a couple awkward looking older folks, and a few douchebags, come out on stage from the back to over-dance along to the relatively slow beat. And man, they “dance”!
Pretty impressive, eh? I think the older dude in the beard pulled his sciatica. On the plus side, I did get a little video of one girl in colourful tights rocking The Hammer un-ironically while a Joey Lawrence With Hair impersonator saddles up next to Girl Talk Greg in an attempt to out-douche the entire crowd, eh?
Party looked pretty hot, right? Pretty tight? Well… not so much, here’s the set from a different perspective…
And then, when you step back a smidgen further, you got this…
You see that space between the crowd and the “mtv party of 20” on the stage? Might as well been a continental divide — a British Columbia / Alberta reference! — as, for the most part, it was a hundred or so people basically watching a really bad prom on 2/3rds empty stage. It was sad & lifeless &, well, boring. Maybe if they had took the barricade down? Maybe if the Girl Talk set up in the middle of the plaza? Maybe if they waited til it was dark? Maybe, maybe….
Fortunately for us, the night would be saved a few blocks away at The Distillery, but more on that later. First, here’s a couple tunes to start your own party, eh?