On Tuesday, I had the pleasure of attending my very first Girltalk show. Although I was with a few veterans, I was determined to fit in the best I could. Allow me to set the scene: small, skinny, sweaty and hairy Jewish guy, dancing and jamming to his own beats, on some very expensive-looking equipment while a very large crowd in a very small space jumps up and down uncontrollably (one-third of the fans most definitely on a drug or two), mesmerized by the toilet paper, confetti, water and balloons emerging from the ceiling. Needless to say, this quickly became one of my most favorite concerts ever.
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