That 1 Guy
United States of Mind
Sunday, June 6
No words can justly describe the electrifying performance of That 1 Guy, hailing from San Francisco. His “magic pipe,” a one-stringed metal tube 7 feet in length, serves as an extension of his body. Arms flailing, feet jerking, body shaking, That 1 Guy reached every inch of the pipe, creating a bizarre and often wonderful sound that was funky and percussive.
That sound ran a gamut of genres: from jazz to opera to rock. That 1 Guy hit switches right and left, transforming the sound of the pipe and leaving the audience in awe. A consummate showman, he whipped out, at various times, a cowboy boot, a handsaw and a strap-on pegboard, all of which he used to make even more music.
When you started to wonder if there was anything else this man couldn’t do, he breakdanced.
That 1 Guy would probably be playing his magic pipe even if he were the only man left on earth — but luckily he isn’t. His self-effacing, quiet homespun stage persona sets the perfect contrast for his bewilderingly quick, jazzy, astounding songs. The man isn’t just making a movie score, he’s making a movie, the movie that Dr. Seuss’ works so rightfully deserve. And he can play a killer credit card/magic pipe version of “Iron Man.”