DarkOne
Black Belt in Sarcasm
I can try, but I'll fail to get across the sheer . . . pity/sadness/humor/morbid curiousity one felt watching this 'set'.
Midnight sits at a keyboard and mic. He looks very stoned. The band around him, on acoustic instruments, plays tunes. Midnight . . . half speaks, half warbles, half makes weird Hindu music (yes, I know that's too many halves, but that's what we got last night. There were no 'songs'. Imagine the worst combination of cliched music from bad karate films, bad Bollywood, and bad spaghettti westerns, and add in a strong dash of William Shatner's spoken word album. He even threw in weird hand movements. There was no melody. There was nothing I recognized. I couldn't understand all the words, but there was some long poetry type thing about an angel and a monkey and god.
The crowd slowly shifted from the stage to the back bar. There were probably 300 people watching from the front early on. I doubt there were 50 at the end. The other musicians looked embarrassed. Midnight looked. . . . stoned.
Very odd.
Steve in Philly
Midnight sits at a keyboard and mic. He looks very stoned. The band around him, on acoustic instruments, plays tunes. Midnight . . . half speaks, half warbles, half makes weird Hindu music (yes, I know that's too many halves, but that's what we got last night. There were no 'songs'. Imagine the worst combination of cliched music from bad karate films, bad Bollywood, and bad spaghettti westerns, and add in a strong dash of William Shatner's spoken word album. He even threw in weird hand movements. There was no melody. There was nothing I recognized. I couldn't understand all the words, but there was some long poetry type thing about an angel and a monkey and god.
The crowd slowly shifted from the stage to the back bar. There were probably 300 people watching from the front early on. I doubt there were 50 at the end. The other musicians looked embarrassed. Midnight looked. . . . stoned.
Very odd.
Steve in Philly