I found this short video of local “talent” playing at a club popular with the in crowd in downtown Seattle called the Can Can and couldn’t help notice the juxtaposition of the first two acts compared with the last. The first guy, who appears to be earnestly caressing some sort of giant squid looks like the kind of “artiste” who when asked why he plays or who his influences might be would mumble something about Heidegger and existentialism before stabbing himself in the thigh with a fork and rushing from the stage. The kind of guy who heads to the crapper with a copy of Howard Zinn’s “A People’s History of the United States” under his arm to spend 60 minutes pondering white male hegemony and why his macro-biotic-organic diet is failing to meet his goal of producing no bodily waste.
The second act can only be described as the waste product that the first guy does in fact produce.
I’m sorry but these people are taking themselves just a bit to seriously.
When you can’t take it anymore, which won’t take long, skip ahead to about the 3:01 mark and check out this kid named Vince Mira. I saw him perform at a 4th of July party that a friend held last year and he burned the place down. He was discovered a couple of years ago playing for change on a Seattle street corner. He is 15 years old. Just a kid with a dream and a talent.
The first two acts are obviously more concerned with being perceived as original or in displaying their unrecognized super musical genius rather than simply producing something someone might actually be interested in listening to.
I know which act I would pay to hear although your mileage may vary as they say.