You are, you’re too fabulous! You’re so fierce it’s nuts, so get on with your Pucci, Fendi and Cardin, Valentino, Armani too and Flashion Backward with me through ye old UI archives to see what the boys and girls were saying, playing and wearing in yesteryear. It’s like stumbling onto a beautifully accoutered time capsule! Today, we’ve discovered reruns from Girl Talk, and man does he how to flash back in style.
Girl Talk is exactly what his music sounds like–all over the map and unpredictable. At one moment searingly painful, almost vicious, the next soaring, joyful, lighter than Forrest Gump’s floating feather but heavier than Gump’s clunker of a metaphor (life does not, in fact, resemble a box of chocolates in any way, shape or form, Forrest.)
GT started making beautiful mashed up music in high school and while The New York Times Magazine stodgily calls his unauthorized samplings a “lawsuit waiting to happen,” Rolling Stone says he’s “utterly virtuosic.” Other critics are equally gobstruck. Girl Talk is “the supreme ’80s-baby pop synthesizer. And while others have attempted to claw up to his lofty position, no one has managed to match his unique mix of diversity, pace, and open-mindedness–not to mention his exquisite ear for snagging the best 15 seconds of every three-minute track blaring from your clock radio.”
Not too shabby. Though with this strange combination of influences, nerdsmanship and the level of engineering know-how necessary to produce such an eccentric yet strangely coherent blend of tonal poetry, one would think GT would resemble some sort of bad sitcom character from the ’80s and 9’0s–a hideous amalgam of Urkel and Alex P. Keaton, perhaps? But no, just like his music, GT busts past your expectations and turns out to be a ruffled, sweaty, dream boat, the rare chick and dude’s dude, a sort of mad, wonderful George Clooney for the post-college, pre-mortgage set.
Girl Talk doesn’t let all of his evident gloriousness get to his perfectly sculpted head, either. Check out his support of ladies who send him supportive undergarments. I couldn’t detect a trace of irony in his assertion that it is not at all creepy, and perhaps even adorable (on a strange level that doesn’t seem to exist in my universe), that some of his female fans choose to send him used underwear. So keep sending him your D-cups–Girl Talk is there for you.










TOPICS: Flashion Backward, Kathleen Willcox