Turns Out You Can Dance in Tight Pants
Driving to St. Pete from
It’s been about 15 years since Wesley Snipes single-handedly killed the fashion of flip-up bicyclists hats, let it be known that they have risen from the grave – I counted no less than three on the walk to Jannus. The preshow vibe outside Jannus was almost nonexistent and the bouncer at The Pelican wasn’t very optimistic, “it’s pretty weak so far” – good thing I don’t go round soliciting bouncer’s opinions. I made the rookie move of buying a beer on the go with a full bladder. And, what’s with these supposed cold activated blue mountains Coors Light is peddling? I’ve had a few in the past months, they’ve been cold, but I haven’t spotted any blue mountains. Bullshit, like their flavor. Best preshow news? Rumors circulate about Rob Schneider sightings. He’s supposedly cruising St Pete with a blue Mohawk and a few catch phrases – no doubt banking on a drunk hussy looking to live out some Hollywood fantasy.
9:09 PM, "Did you guys like that track I was playing earlier?” The Show is the Rainbow front man and lovable attention whore Darren Keen asked the crowd after his first song. The Show is the Rainbow is supporting The Faint for two weeks, and Darren Keen wanted you to know that he is very grateful for that – though not as grateful for any audience I would bet. The quip was only a glimpse of the hilarious banter and musical theater Darren Keen was getting ready to emit for the next hour. He cued up a string sample for the second song, grabbed his Fender and broke into a disco-rock number. TSitR is a one man show, although he brings a drummer to play along with his occasional guitar play and Macintosh computer.
“That song was about fucking while you’re freezing to death in an alleyway.” Hmm, who knew? Keen peered over into the front row, “I smell weed.” He then cued a Pink Floyd inspired arpeggiated loop and informed us that the next song was, “…about a guy who liked butt-sex with guys, but got a new girlfriend who doesn’t and so he has to find prostitutes.” Moving on from banter to stage direction, he asked for audience hand claps and took to robot voices. Many in the crowd were wondering just what the hell they were seeing, it was about to be a whole lot more of Darren Keen. His rock star persona and girth immediately conjure thoughts of Jack Black. But it was more like if Jack Black was from
$8 dollar generic beers in plastic cups taste much better at a ball game. $10 Gonzo Imperial Porters in plastic cups at least have a semblance of music behind them, and at 9.2% ABV can hold you down for a long set of good music. Coming on promptly at 10 o’clock, The Faint took the stage to some hungry fans – evidently they hadn’t played in