That 1 Guy
» That 1 Guy announces Australian tour - November 25, 2008
» That 1 Guy - Governor Hindmarsh, SA - November 25, 2010
» That 1 Guy - Fly by Night, WA - November 24, 2010
» That 1 Guy - Wizard of the Magic Pipes - May 1, 2007
» That 1 Guy - Governor Hindmarsh, SA - November 25, 2010
» That 1 Guy - Corner Hotel, The, Vic - May 3, 2007
» Grouplove - January 4, 2012
» The Dum Dum Girls - January 3, 2012
That 1 Guy opens his much-anticipated Corner Hotel Show by showing off his magic pipe. No, wait...what are you thinking? The pipe can make any number of musical sounds and starts off sounding like a violin as T1G (Mike Silverman) manipulates it thusly. Wearing his John Shooter hat (“I’m a dairy farmer from Mississippi!”...no-one else has seen Secret Window? ...Bueller?) and his traditional black attire, Silverman launches into the pipe’s traditional sound- like a didgeridoo cross guitar cross bass- and into Modern Man from his latest record, Packs A Wallop!
Such is the nature of Silverman’s heartening eccentricity, he produces a duck hand puppet to help him sing his new album’s first single, Packs A Wallop (“duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, GOOSE!” as he chuckles and mucks about through his set. He’s like a mushroom, Silverman (a fungi...get it?) and even indulges the audience in some magic tricks. This show has everything!
Sparkle in the Sun from his 2001 album Songs in the Key of Beotch follows, as well as a fabulously ornate Oranges from 2007’s opus The Moon is Disgusting. Silverman admits to having a fascination with food and animals, namely fruit. Silverman interrupts the energetic, tumultous set for intervals of instrumental skill and precision, wherein the audience is forced to be in awe - enjoyably so- at his dexterity and the skill with which he plays his home-made instruments. The juvenile but likeable Butt Machine and Dig come forth next and the set ends with the classic The Moon is Disgusting (“The honey tastes sweeter/ When you anger the bees / The moon is disgusting/ It's made out of cheese!”). Silverman puts such a forceful effort on stage, he must be commended for putting on such a sterling, high-octane show on his lonesome.
Ah, the encore fake-out. Gets me every time, right? Silverman returns for more absurdity with Weasel Pot Pie (“Bigger than bricks and sticks and stones/ Weasel pot pie/ And poke ‘em in the eye with the butterfly bones”) and every punter (a vast cross-section of nerd, hippie and everyman, putting myself into the former category) gets shaking, in the manner of which they are most comfortable. A successful night for Mister Silverman; he makes people happy.
