art pop.

In Los Angeles opening acts at concerts often operate as performance art pieces as well. #PARQUETCOURTS

— turbo grafx. (@OneTokenBlack) February 29, 2016

Can I take a minute to talk about the end of the opening act's set at the Parquet Courts show I attended last night?

Okay?

Cool.

So, this dude came on the stage and performed for about 20, 30 minutes.

A one man animal collective channeling Kid A in a white tee and jeans. Very nondescript. So much so that when he walked onstage to set up and begin his set it took a good minute or two before many of us realized he was the opening act and not a member of the stage crew.

So anyway, decent set. Good rhythms. And then right before the last "song" he lets a drone sound echo and reverberate throughout the concert hall.

Then he grabbed a giant white bucket.

His set piece was a mic and a single drum kit that he beat with one hand while singing his set.

At some point in the noise he removed the drum set's top. I missed this. Could not and did not miss the glitter paint like goo he began to pour into the now open drum kit.

Then he climbed the baby ladder that had been ignored the entire set until now.

Drone noise still going. No vocals. No speaking.

And then, from the ladder's mountain top he began dropping drumsticks (SO MANY DRUMSTICKS! WHERE DID THEY ALL COME FROM ALL OF A SUDDEN?!).

Yes, he began dropping drumsticks into an open drum kit filled with glitter goo from the top of a baby ladder. In silence. As drone noise played. He dropped like 10 to 15 sticks into this kit.

And then the noise stopped and he came down and waved.

It. Was,

...Something.

During the set I got my bond on with a black male photographer/concert blogger around my age. We both turned to each other, exchanged "what the fuck was that?" looks, and agreed that we definitely needed another drink after that.

Good times, Highland Park.

Good times.