O ne minute, you’re listening to a sad singer/songwriter, disheartened because the crowd would rather here “Don’t Stop Believing” than his original composition. I mean, even at the end of the night, some slapdick was pulling money out of his tip jar yelling at him to just play the goddamn Journey.
But in the middle of his barrage of ’90s covers, Dennis Rodman walks into the club smoking a cigar and sits down in front of him, across from us. After greeting us with a series of nods, he walks over to the stage, takes the microphone, and leads us all in a bizarre medley… starting with Pearl Jam, to commemorate the fact that even he is incredulous about the fact that he is still alive. Or something. I don’t know. Here.