Certainly an event that will be a topic of a few humorous conversations. I recall longing for the word to describe the sound of the vibraslap many years ago. After graduating from a tedious career on 70's american Tv detective series, then appearing on a handful variety of music tracks, the vibraslap landed in a sort of glorious partnership rivived by Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train”, Yet, even after a zillion replays of that sound in my head and another zillion times McCrea played it last night I'd have to say it is more of an emission than a musical instrument. A sort of syncopathetic, catchy, distorted fart.
Once I figured that out then the whole evening became more clear. The ebb and flow of the evening of Cake was very similar to absorbing one's own flatulence.
McCrea told me what it takes to be a good leader, a patriot and environmentally concious. He showed me that war is hell and healthcare is careless. I found out that if anybody touched his god-damned potted plant they better be ready to give up drugs, alcohol and rock -n-roll. I began to realize that through bad leadership, the whole crew suffers. Sing alongs, I once thought were for cows and lemmings, but now understand the humiliation of poverty and stupidity tie us all together, something music itself could never hope to accomplish. It's been a long time since the first Cake-vibraslap took liberty, and now it seems they're hallucinating when they see a real live audience. Turns out though, the audience is real but only speaks English in American cliches.