@ZackTeibloom By my 7th Girl Talk show, it’s getting to be like the moon.* Let me explain. In Mr. Show there’s a skit where they decide to blow up the moon, because they’ve done everything else there is to do with it. As they say, “I walked on the moon, I did a push-up, ate an egg on it, what else can you do on?” That’s why I had to stage dive at Girl Talk. I’ve done everything else.

I danced on stage at Girl Talk. I dove head first in the mud at Girl Talk.** I tripped and compared Girl Talk to a Jonas Brothers show (and masturbating). I reviewed Girl Talk’s album using just song titles. I talked to Girl Talk about sex on stage. There was only one thing left to do. Read the rest of this entry »

@ZackTeibloom After I picked my jaw up off the floor at The Dead Weather, I pretended I was on cross country ski’s and slid my way across the muddy mess that was Zilker Park and slid over to Girl Talk. I tried meeting up with a couple friends, but reception was weak and if there’s ever a good time to be single, it’s at a Girl Talk show. Read the rest of this entry »

@ZackTeibloom Gregg “Girl Talk” Gillis told a sold-out crowd in Chicago last November that it was the “biggest show of his life.”  Then Bonnaroo happened. At 2:30 a.m., right after the Pittsburgh native’s Penguins won the Stanley Cup, Girl Talk took the stage at the wildly overpacked tent and threw the party of his life. Read the rest of this entry »