The fact that I listen to this guy’s music is one of the faint shreds of evidence I cling to that convinces me I’m still cool. He’s a young Pittsburgher who started, well, not exactly DJ’ing, but creating music electronically by combining existing songs to make completely new music, while he was an engineering student at Case Western. It’s music for people who like Dave & Andy’s birthday cake ice cream, or who used to mix every flavor of pop at the fountain at the gas station to make something that tasted mostly like Mountain Dew but was brownish. People who think that if one thing is great, then a whole bunch of great things all smushed together are unbelievably crazy awesome.
Girl Talk is a lightning rod for the copyright debates that got so boring in the post-Napster age. He is perhaps inexplicably beloved by critics – Time Magazine just named his recent album Feed the Animals the number 4 record of 2008. He tends to get (mostly) naked on stage. And he’s not shy about telling folks where he comes from, as in his introduction at a show in Seattle in 2007, sold as a bootleg called Girl Talk Murders Seattle:
Thank you guys for coming out, my name is Girl Talk, I’m from Pittsburgh, PA. Just ignore the fact that we won the Super Bowl last year…. Don’t boo!