How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Girl Talk

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Ed Steele

When I first heard Girl Talk live I was disappointed, and I never went back. And it wasn't that I didn't think he was doing any work on that stage. Gregg Gillis has an immensely impressive talent and skill set. It was just because I didn't dance.

Not really, really dance the way I imagined I would when I was listening to his albums in my car or at house parties. Or even at the occasional club, when a DJ was so lazy they would dare play a Girl Talk track. That show was one of the first times I was finding myself nearly surrounded by a crowd a generation or two younger than me, and I remember finding that disarming. That they all appeared to be future SMU alumni was also something I remember standing out. But mostly, I remember just wishing I had been at a club. Or, I suppose, to be in the group of people dancing on stage with Gregg. They seemed to very obviously be having have the most fun.

So after that, even though I kept downloading all the albums, I never went back.

On his recent stop at Index Festival I was even on my way to see a set from Sam Lao once the night went Girl Talk, but a different set of circumstances presented themselves. First a call from an old friend who was nearby meant we could catch up. Once we met, his enthusiastic, "I love Girl Talk!!" meant I would finally see him onstage again. I am no Scrooge.

It's difficult to offer meaningful criticism of the live Girl Talk experience. If you like the albums, you will at least sonically respond to what's going on onstage. But those who want a peek behind the curtain are definitely rewarded. This time I didn't worry about dancing, so I did, because that's how it goes. On a related note, Absolut had Jameson in their promotional areas. And this time I made an attempt to get a little closer to witness Gregg in action.

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Ed Steele

An attempt to climb to the front was thwarted with young ravers. The luxury of a backstage pass still only provided a view of those same dancers who were having so much fun onstage the first time I saw this exercise. A push towards the side stage, though, revealed a little unguarded staircase, and that was that. My chance at redemption.

It all felt so silly. There was a toilet paper gun. Confetti bomb after confetti bomb. Whatever reservations I had previously had about the "youths" in attendance were wiped completely by the young girl, maybe nine years old, on stage right. OK, some white people started a conga line, and it was embarrassing. But! It was so joyful up there.


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2 comments
ChristianY
ChristianY

Beautiful way of sharing something that so many of us feel!

Steve
Steve

Girl Talk is everything Wrong with music,especially "live" music.  


I'm sure you and 70% of those in attendance watched the show through your phones.


Absolute fuckheads.

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