This is a few weeks delayed - sorry folks.
I'd caught Girl Talk before, so the set was as expected. Jackhammer samples of top-40 jams and classics smashed together in an omlet fit for a crowd of screaming teenagers. What blew me away this time was the fuel injection Mr. Gillis has obviously given his tech rider. The show crammed somewhere in the area of 4,000 kids into our field house and set a lucky few (they seriously raffled off on-stage "dancing tickets" to 40 kids) on stage with the laptop maestro for what seemed like way too much production for a mashup artist (I'll respect his efforts to avoid the term "DJ" - no matter how much I may or not disagree). Well, when the 34 subwoofers (at my count) started pumping and the former bio-engineer took the stage, shit went off. As if that weren't enough, a highly intoxicated GZA (much love!) came on stage to shoot the shit and look around at how this bearded clown on an IBM Toughbook had so many 20 year-old girls taking their clothes off at the sound of Tiny Dancer. Peep the fotoz yawl.
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