Sorry, Girl Talk. I Don’t Get It

I was in Phoenix last week and had the opportunity to go see Girl Talk “live.”  I say “live” because, while Mr. Talk was definitely alive, as was the arena, the music was not.  I don’t mean it wasn’t a quality production, but at the essence of things, he is really just clicking a mouse and playing other people’s stuff whilst jumping around at a pace that I have yet to see elsewhere.  Give me guys writing their own stuff, however much it may suck, over that sort of thing any day and twice on Mondays.

Here is where I would get what Girl Talk does.  If I were in a huge club in Las Vegas with a few thousand of my closest friends, and he is up there doing his thing, that would be a ton of good fun.  He has some of the most creative mixes I have ever heard.

But, I don’t get being in a crowd and watching someone click things on two computers. I would probably get it more if I had the appropriate chemical alterations happening. Sadly I did not.

I saw a guy walking around in a Girl Talk concert t-shirt that said “I am not a DJ.”  I am guessing that the “DJ” label is some sort of insult to Mr. Talk, but as my economics professor used to say “wishing it were so will not make it so.”

What am I missing about Girl Talk?  Can someone tell me why people pay to watch a guy play music from his computer?  Maybe I can start charging people to watch me pick playlists from my iTunes library.  Hmm… new business idea…