I can't really believe I made it until 3:20 p.m. without blogging about what I witnessed last night at 8 off 8th at Mercy Lounge. Things are cruising along, everything is totally normal, Steve Lee and Justin Earle do short sets, then a woman in a jester vest and a man with a beard start inflating a giant plastic ball onstage. Of course, my initial reaction was, "Awesome! I didn't know the Flaming Lips were gonna be playing here tonight." My second, more rational reaction was, "What the fuck is going on here?"
Why, it was "The Twelve Minutes of Xmas"
—some sort of strange musical performance art by some strange German dude in a giant, plastic snow globe. Being a self-professed grinch (and Jew), I normally hate anything having to do with Christmas, singing and Santa hats. But, by the time he had put on a grass skirt for his hula-inspired grand finale, there was really nothing left to complain about.
He will be reprising the performance Friday at the Basement.