by Moses Namkung
Right arm clad in a sling ("I dislocated my shoulder today while sweeping oil off the steps of the bus"), Dan Deacon brought his trippy green skull, table full of day-glo electronic shit and tubby, victorious self to SF last night. Though this time, he performed on stage in addition to holding court among us peons who came to see him, as he normally does.
For those who don't know, Dan Deacon is this guy, but with less hair. Sorta. He also has a graduate degree in computer music composition. And with his show last night, from the get-go with "Of the Mountains," he created a full-bodied, interactive musical experience.
At one point Deacon asked the audience to clear off to the sides to open up a space down the middle of the floor where two audience members could have a dance-off. (Somebody should have told one of the dance-off participants that his haircut was only 2/5 done. Seriously, what is the deal with revolting haircuts... that are just... incomplete? Visual tumors.)
At various points in the show, he enlisted the crowd to touch each other's heads, to create an archway of people up the stairs, to spin in circles in place, to run around in circles... at times, your friendly SFist correspondent felt like a helpless turd in the midst of a high-powered flush. Where other turds were crowd-surfing. Whatever, brah. Just go with it, baby!




i don't think i played enough video games growing up to prepare me for Dan Deacon.