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I love you in a non-faggot way.

Wednesday, 6 September, 2006

Let me get this straight, them portable phone-like things have no feedback through the earpiece so you have no idea how much of you is coming through the instrument? Are they all like that?

Mike “Sour Shoes” DelCampo has the stuff to become America’s favorite eccentric street performer. He did another one-hour show on August 29. The format of the show was precisely what I wanted. Of course, I don’t know about anyone else. He sits in the studio with his keyboard and other similar props, taking song requests over the phone. It’s a non-stop stream of madness and his not-entirely-adequate but enthusiastic playing of just about any song played on the radio since 1960. Somehow the callers are not only holding on the line to hear the songs, but singing along on occasion. The show offered at least two impromptu duets. That’s the show. No other format. This isn’t a feature on some broader show; this is the show. When it’s time for commercials they just go to commercial. Instead of returning to the studio with some sort of introduction, they just cut back to “The Sour Shoes Jack Off Hour” already in progress. It’s genius. He needs better microphone discipline, but I have no other complaints.

I’m still hurting.

You know, I’d like to see Sour Shoes work up a five-to-seven minute “star set” and do, say, Letterman or something. Yes, it’s all covers, but that’s kind of the point. He started by calling in to various New York market radio shows, including a weekly segment on 1010 WINS commenting on the events of the week in the sports world. Later he commuted to Manhattan to annoy people on the street which is where he caught the attention of the people putting him on the air.

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