Girl Talk - Photo by Jon Behm

Toilet paper streaming from the rafters and sweat trickling down the faces of everyone in the room, Girl Talk was as awesome as one would suspect. A continuous mash-up of songs most hipsters wouldn’t dare admit knowing; lips mouthed every word as they shook and jumped to the continuous party jams. The stage was stormed with the usual attention whores, making sure to get as close to the man with the laptop as possible. Greg Gillis, a.k.a. Girl Talk, was soaked in his basketball attire, which slowly disappeared into the crowd as he removed it.

 

Beach balls bounced over the almost too trendy crowd, as well as gigantic blown up plastic bags. Gillis commented the venue was “165 degrees hotter” than his show last year, and I don’t think anyone would’ve disagreed. Regardless of temperature, shoulders and hips grooved and cheered; a dance party with all eyes on the master that is Girl Talk.

 

While thinking about how to write this review, I came to one conclusion: I needed to make a list. Just like his songs, randomness overran the evening’s performance and therefore it seems extremely difficult for me to arrange such blurbs of wild happenings in comprehensive paragraph form. So here are nine details of what went down: