You know that segment on Letterman where they pull the curtains back, show Paul and Dave some sort of object or action, and then they answer the question: "Is this anything?" I ask myself that question from time to time, especially when it comes to music.
What I'm thinking of right now is a performance that's happening in San Francisco tonight: Dandi Wind, featuring the vocal stylings of Ms. Dandilion Wind Opaine. In my SFist column last week I described her as (pardon the use of the royal "we"):
a truly unique musician and performing artist. Imagine electro-art-punk delivered by a leotard-clad woman whose moves are equal parts Mick Jagger and Jazzercise. (We'll spare you from our impulse to coin the term Jagger-cise. Or will we?)
See what I'm talking about here:
I'm not really recommending Dandi Wind, I'm not even sure how I feel about it. Is this avant garde performance art with a great beat, or a case of style over substance? Yeah, so. Is this anything?
