The Spin made it to the Exit/In in time to catch the acts that opened for the legendary West Virginia dancer and vocalist Jesco White, and the evening turned into something far more interesting than any admirer of White's art could have predicted. Being the civilized sort that we are, we had long ago internalized the goofy and oddly inoffensive offensiveness that Jesco has brought to the world in the name of Southern culture. What Sunday night's marathon celebration of bad whiskey, warm beer and cut-off bluejeans made clear is how cunningly the cult of Jesco has come to symbolize unapologetically raucous American behavior. The Spin could only marvel at the interaction between audience and performer, and as we walked through puddles of beer in our attempt to dodge overly stimulated Jesco enthusiasts making their way toward the door, we realized we had seen a night of high-concept art worthy of New York or, yes, West Virginia.
