Seriously… last night. It was like watching a really, REALLY bad installation performance, by people… who read an article about it, and thought they could it. But, they’ve been ‘perfecting’ their craft for over 2 years. I saw the following… a ‘light show‘, this consisted of a woman with glow sticks spinning them around like ravers did say 10 years ago. She thinks its a new found art form. Even though she’s been doing it for years, you’d think she’d wear something other than a damn tube top. No joke, the bitch stopped, more than once, to hank the sucker up. Classy, lady, classy.

I heard a guy play on a keyboard… song inspired by Spiderman and thoughts on what the Revenge of Little Red Riding Hood would be like!

I saw some lady (below) who looked like a man in drag, sing/say some weird ass poem about her dead husband’s skull and all this and that about material items. I was confused. She might be as well.

I saw some band, who’s guitarist didn’t show up. Ok, they basically played a jam band routine… with more feedback than I care to recall. My ears still haven’t recovered. Oh, and the singer (and I use that term quite loosely), kept revealing his stomach in a way that made even the straight men present uncomfortable.

It was the evening of train wrecks, I swear. There were so many damn southern-esque style divas in the house, you could smell it. Seriously. I haven’t felt out of my element in quite some time. What’s even more worthy to note is that I was here for 5 hours. Yes, to watch my friend Erin play. She rocked, but, once she was done, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

I’m still amazed there are people with the lack of intelligence (could it be ignorance?) and do not realize their lack of ability. Hey, I have to give them respect for trying, but, damn, don’t make use watch it!