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REVIEW: Girl Talk @ the Kool Haus, Toronto, 11/12/08

Posted on November 13, 2008 by

What do you get when you mash together every song ever and then mash together 2500 people?

I’ve honestly never been to that big a dance party in my whole life. Even in places where dancing happens! I’ve been circling ideas around in my head since last night, trying to suss out the best way to describe the festivities, and it’s really hard. I mean, sure, I could talk about the music, but Girl Talk is pretty much ultimate mash-ups on ADD. Some people can’t handle the fickle nature of the songs, and others… well, others just LOVE IT. But I digress.

Packed is probably the one word that I think best describes the show. The venue was packed with people to the point that I can now say that I’ve bathed in the sweat of friendly hipsters and douchebros alike. The mixes were packed (see what I’m doing?) with more songs and longer mixes. The stage was packed with so many people that more than once I thought to myself: ‘man, I want to be at THAT party!’ Also, there were inflatable basketballs (like beachballs!) and inflated backs (actually) that were probably… packed, and then unpacked and thrown around the crowd at the show.

Anyway, the show was effing wicked. If you can handle dancing crowds – and to be fair, not everyone can – you should definitely take the next opportunity to see this guy.

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BEST FRIDAYS: with Girl Talk

Posted on September 18, 2008 by

What’s Worst Mondays without a dark and villainous foil? That’s the kind of thinking that forced us to create Best Fridays. So for all our weekend warrior brethren: Wooooo, T-G-I-F, right? Herein we hope to bookend your awful week by quizzing our previous Worst Mondays candidate about slightly more encouraging things. Every Friday!

So how does Girl Talk make a career out of using hundreds of songs by other artists without sample clearance? By (somehow) not yet being sued. And how does he do that? By licensing his music under Creative Commons, a U.S. based non-profit org that basically aims to “protect works while encouraging certain uses of them.” Pretty cool. But do you guys want to read boring blabitty blab about Girl Talk’s legal loopholes, or do you want to PARTY? IT’S FRIDAY!

And don’t forget, super-extenda Girl Talk party on Tuesday when you line up to buy the album, and on November 12th when Gregg hauls his laptop (PC, natch!) and his goodtimes to the Kool Haus. See you on the dance floor, hopefully not being too awkward to actually dance. Like me. PARTY!

Best injury
I had my front left tooth knocked out while stage diving over my dad’s head at a hometown, Pittsburgh show. It’s a cool look. It definitely gives me an edge.

Best historical figure?
Beethoven.

Best shirt
My favorite T-shirt is a homemade band shirt of the late Baltimore rap group, Dogg & Pony. They played my parents backyard when I was a senior in high school, and they gave me a shirt which has a spray-painted tag of their band name. It’s huge on the front of the shirt. It was very stiff and difficult to wear the first few times. Over the years, I wore it down, and it’s really comfortable now. It also looks raw as hell.

Best thing to do with $20
It’s very easy to go buy a new CD and some fast food for $20. You go home, pop in the album, jam out and eat!

Best party trick
My signature move is a one-armed keg stand while crushing a beer can on my head with the free hand.

Best monster
Problem Child.

Best question ever asked of you in an interview. Now answer it!
Best historical figure? Beethoven.

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WORST MONDAYS: with Girl Talk

Posted on September 15, 2008 by

At JUICEBOX HQ, we’ve never really had a case of the Mondays because we don’t have real-people jobs. But for those feeling a bit garfield this A.M., feel free to wallow in other people’s most hated things. Every Monday!

What do you get when you combine Top 40 pop hooks and super science engineering brains? A party, that’s what. And it comes in the form of seamlessly intricate mash ups from sir hit-loving smarty-pants, Girl Talk.

Not to be confused with the borderline insulting 1980s board game of the same name, Girl Talk is the stage name of Pittsburgh’s most famous laptop DJ, Gregg Gillis. He’s been around since 2002, but you’ve maybe only heard of him recently. In 2006 Night Ripper was released, containing far more (mostly current) hit song snippets than his previous releases. The hooks, so conscientiously woven together (in either their original or slightly re-worked state) found their way to the taste-making ears of the blog world. Next stop, the rest of the real life world.

The short and the kitsch of it is that, regardless of your level of popular music consumption, you attach yourself to the time, place and feeling of a song. Listening to a Girl Talk record is like an audio scrapbook of pop music past and present, but with less decoupage and less lame. The nerd (and long?) of it is that everything is so mathematically dissected and rearranged, it’s hard to write this stuff off as mere coattail riding. The Wikijunkies have (almost complete) lists of all GT’s samples per album, so you should go read those, and love him.

Mr. Talk’s newest album, Feed the Animals, has been available as a pay-what-you-want download via Illegal Art since June 19th, and it comes out in stores on shiny CD format next Tuesday. Oh, and the party won’t stop anytime soon; Gillis got to quit his job as a biomedical engineer last year to focus full time on making you dance. Jealous?

Worst day-job?
K-Mart, summer 2003. I’ve worked a bunch of jobs like this but usually, I would try to get a stock position or anything where I didn’t have to deal with people. I worked at the front register, and everyday was a battle against the world. These jobs can be cool or horrible depending on your managers, and I had some of the oldest, most horrible managers ever. I had to miss the Van Halen reunion show with Diamond Dave on one of the last days of summer for this! I had tickets and was not supposed to work. They called me in and told me I would be fired if I didn’t come, and I needed the money!

Worst haircut?
I’m proud of almost all my haircuts over the years but looking back on the yearbooks now, my middle school complete shaved head look was pretty weird in a not-good way. I was really into playing basketball, so it was a functional cut but it really didn’t work with my skinny frame.

Worst subculture?
Friendster.

Worst date?
I went to London, Paris, and Brussels with a girl I had met once and my rude and annoying best friend. It was difficult to define what was happening, but I think she was coming for an extened European date and my buddy was coming for an extended European rager. Those interests conflicted heavily. I tried to juggle the two, but it just wasn’t happening. The girl slowly grew to hate my friend and I. She said at one point that we were “on a constant quest to out-dumb each other.” It all peaked with her drunkenly crying and throwing McDonalds’ french fries on the ground in the Moulin Rouge district.

Worst invention?
Diet Pepsi.

Worst purchase?
I just had my flight canceled out of Newark airport yesterday. The only flight they could re-schedule was out of New York Laguardia. I didn’t know it when I got in, but the car service to the airport cost me $120! It sucked.

Worst way to die?
Being eaten by ants, Indian Jones style.

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