Well, I went to the show last week. It was a very very weird crowd. When we first approached the doors at Metro, I realized we were much much older than the average attendee. It seemed like almost a bubblegum type crowd, with gay overtones. There were three young girls in what looked like Little Bo Peep outfits and pigtails, carrying baskets and passing out lollipops, in honor of Mika's song, "Lollipop". In fact, at first I felt like a pedophile trolling for young'uns, they were that young, and I felt a wave of revulsion sweep over me. Then, after we entered Metro, I realized the crowd was actually at least half gay, a lot of younger ones, but also older gay couples, and some people who were obviously parents, or maybe even grandparents in a few cases, there with their young children. The youngest child I saw there was a girl that was probably no older than 8 or 9. A very strange mix of people for a show, indeed. At this moment, I christened his music in my mind as being "gay bubblegum", for lack of a better term.
One thing I will say, I had the easiest time at this show getting a drink at the bar, since the crowd was so young. You could walk up, and get served immediately. At the door, when we were being ID'd and getting our bracelets so we could purchase alcohol, we heard more than one person ask what the bracelets were for, and when it was explained to them, it was obvious that it was a new concept for them.
I'm sure the bartenders at Metro made very little money in tips that night. I felt kind of bad for them.
On to the music. It consisted of an amalgam of bubblegum pop, Queen, the Beatles (a little), and more than a little Elton John. They performed a cover of a Jackson 5 song, the name of which escapes me now, and "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics, and most of his album (as far as I know, he only has one). All of this was camped up in the extreme. The grand finale was "Lollipop" with an explosion of silver glitter throught the Metro, and big bouncing balloons tossed out into the audience and bounced about throughout the Metro.
The music was all insidiously catchy, pure bubble-pop, that crawled into your brain and stayed there for hours afterword, and I hated every minute, but it was fun watching the crowd.
I do have to say, I think this guy is going to be huge commercially.
His drummer, by the way, was a black female who was the spitting image of Polystyrene when she was young.
Hopefully, I will never be asked to attend one of his performances by my girlfriend again.
What have I got myself into?
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