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You could just drop the mic, I suppose . . . [Mar. 10th, 2016|12:30 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)

. . . besides all the disco dancing and rock star poses and shit, he does this thing where he points straight up with one hand and arm while looking down or off to the side---not at the audience or into the "camera"---and then he sort of does an abortive pirouette as he collapses into a heap on the stage.  If this is his last move, he might end up face up or face down on the stage, or maybe in the fetal position.  He's supposed to be wounded, you see, or maybe even dead.  It's the end.  If there's more to come, he'll wind up in a very compact ball as low as he can get, but with his heels under him so that he can spring to life after the guitar solo or as the next number begins or whatever.  The kid's got moves and, while his dance moves are often over-the-top and kind of cartoonish, everybody loves to watch him.  It's never for certain if he knows his performances are caricatures of bygone eras or if he's serious.  I think that's how he wants it.  Who knows.

Now he's trying to teach the Mehta brothers to do this "melt" move, as he calls it.  The Mehta brothers might as well be twins, though I don't think they actually are.  In any case, they're no younger than ten and no older than maybe twelve---Ross's contemporaries.  They can sing like a ringin' a bell and that's why Ross recruited them as his "backup singers."  The problem is that, while the Mehta brothers love to hang around with Ross and be included by default in a lot of stuff that the older guys are doing, they are not show biz kids.  They can sing the stink off of shit because they've been singing in their church since they were four, but this rock and roll stuff is a lark to them---fun but not to be taken seriously.  When they sing behind Ross, they never miss a cue or a lyric and they're right on key every time, but while he's singing and they're not, they are behind him poking each other and whispering stuff in each other's ear and just goofing around until the next chorus.

So watching him try to teach them world-class disco dance moves is a hoot.  They'd rather be watching Clutch Cargo reruns on Nickelodian.