Winger

Accompanied my Dad to a concert last night. Amateur city and not my cup of tea. As told to RJ later, the participants didn't know the first thing about the art of song and dance. 'Nuff said.

What is the first thing about the art of song and dance? Talent.

For the absence thereof there was an attempt to mask blatant reality with ridiculous costumes, sound blasting and lights on speed that didn't go with any theme. Wait, that's right. There was no theme.

5 minutes into the garish show, Jojo snapped a shot of the performers on stage.

And then she tapped me on the shoulder. I was annoyed.

She turned her camera to show me that snapshot on display.

Uh, is that really necessary?! I was just there!