I overheard two men talking (one appeared to be some sort of priest -- or a guy with a priest fetish; who can tell?), and I assumed it was about war.
"Shame about that," the one man said to Priest-man. "You're totally getting this wrong."
"It's just not realistic," Priest-man replied. "Why are we even getting into this? You have your opinion and I have mine. But it's affected millions already! It speaks for itself, you know."
"Whatever. I still say My Big Fat Greek Wedding is a so-so movie at best."
The Hungry Duck, as part of its logo, displays the saying "dance like nobody's watching" underneath a Howard The Duck-looking mascot in a leather motorcycle jacket. Sunday at the Duck, people took that advice to heart. DJ Vadim, along with his ensemble, The Russian Percussion, supplied the beats to the large crowd, and also danced around a lot. While he didn't do that neat dance where they fold their arms and kick from a crouch, he did manage some smooth softshoe and head-bob moves that any American DJ would be proud to call his own. At one point, it hit me -- this is the mellowest, yet most absorbed audience I've ever been around in Charlotte. Don't get me wrong -- I've been around some mellow, self-absorbed audiences in my time, but never one that combined such elegant languidity with a knowledge and appreciation for the music. Midway through the show, Vadim invited up a member of his collective, a young lady who looked like a pint-sized version of former Fugee Lauryn Hill. She lady began introducing a song called "Overexposed," saying it was a pre-emptive strike against the "three big asses to one MC" syndrome seen so often on MTV. In one of those moments that lets you know God exists, she began rapping furiously, the crowd waved their arms in unison, and big-time rapper and big-ass fan Nelly rapped silently to himself on the TVs positioned above the bar.