We went out to Cambridge last night to hear sacredspud and his acappella group, offBeat, perform at the Mill Street Inn and Pub, otherwise known as the place we usually grab lunch at on the weekend of the Cambridge Renaissance Faire.
The group is very talented– the performance was terrific (and amusing, since most of their selections were of the well-known and amusing variety). The band’s percussion section is also intrinsically amusing since it’s all vocal and convincingly percussive. We had a good time and were very entertained.
However, during the performance of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller,” PhysOrg confessed that at a very young age, he had really enjoyed the original version of the song. While this was true for many, many people, some of whom were quite a lot older than PhysOrg in the mid-80s, I felt compelled to make a confession that would propel me to equal or greater levels of mortification.
The statement “I made a music video to this song” sent him into a prolonged, face-covered giggling fit.
The statement “My mom still has it somewhere” was too much information, a misstep in self-humiliation, a destructive plot device. Threats were made to call my mother and persuade her to cough up this phantasmagoric relic of defaultlisa’s past.
Later in the evening, as we were driving back to Madison, I called my mother, who had left a voice mail during offBeat’s performance. Three pairs of hands reached to snatch the phone out of my hands, so I had to angle my body in a hunched position, sheltering the phone against my vitals.
(OK, I lie– the threats were really more verbal than physical)
I told my mom what had happened and she said, “Hmmm … how much are you going to pay me?”
I whined, “Mom, I don’t have that kind of money!”
At this point, the car exploded in laughter.