Wed 16 Sep – Girl Talk
If the quality of a concert was measured in gallons of sweat spilled by the performers, audience, and everyone within a one-mile radius, there would be no concert that could compare to one by Girl Talk. That just a man and his computer can create such utter chaos and bliss is a feat to be admired.
This was unlike any concert I have ever been to at the McDonald, or anywhere. Packed from front to back from the time he stepped on stage (after a solid opening act, Brother Reade), the throbbing mass did…