10:17AM September 4th, 2012

Girl Talk tonight! Woot woot, can’t keep still, I just want to dance party right now. I don’t think my boss would approve of that. I can’t believe I have to sit in a cubicle for eight hours today.

14:00PM

This day is never-ending.

15:56PM

Two more hours and I’m free, weeeeeeeee!

8:32PM

People are getting antsy

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So, Girl Talk himself was awesome, he’s good at what he does, some might say the best, he knew it, I knew it, everyone there knew it. He was engaging and kept a high energy atmosphere going but that brings us to the end of all the good stuff. Music equalled good but everything else, not so much.

Now I like toilet paper and balloons as much as the next girl, however not as a way of winning me over in my heart of hearts. It was all so overdone, kind of like when you see a pretty girl but she’s caked on so much makeup it that kind of ruin her face for you and you just want to go up and shake her and ask “Why?” That was how I felt at the show. Maybe it’s me but I was expecting a much more raw and honest display of Girl Talk’s talent and it came off as pure show. The dancers on stage were hand-picked and placed, communication between Edmonton Event Center staff and Girl Talks people was none existent and let be honest at E.E.C you either get patted done by a 60-year-old woman or a 16-year-old boy, neither of whom are effective in encouraging someone to behave or providing hmmmm security, how ironic.

I understand now why my friend said “It is what it is. It’s music, people can take it or leave it.” And maybe I knew deep in my subconscious that a good portion of a Girl Talk show would be fabricated bullshit presentation catering to the confetti crazed demographic but in my heart I was hoping for something a lot more sincere. The hotdog I had on the way out was pretty tasty but all in all I left disappointed. I think I’d much rather put on a Girl Talk album and dance party in my house.

-Sybil Blavinskeya