Talking and Not Talking.

o hai

I saw Girl Talk in Baltimore last night and, even though the show was at Loyola, it never occurred to me that I might be surrounded exclusively by undergrads (except for Brian and Simone, who were equally bewildered). I guess I might have guessed things were going to get weird when I couldn't find out which building the show was in, and there were no signs for parking, and there were no crowds of Hipsters looking bored while smoking.

I was expecting a normal Girl Talk show, like this:


But it was kind of like this:

There was a whole lot of walking around and texting going on. That audience was having a hard time focusing -- on mashups -- and I felt kind of like this: