Yo Gabba Gabba Live!
On Sunday morning, we took Mini to go see Yo Gabba Gabba Live at the Shrine Auditorium in LA. And even though Mini was probably initially disappointed that this “Gaga” show did not include an explosion of fake blood and a scantily clad woman(?) hanging from a noose, it was still pretty much awesome.
Let me tell you, you would be hard-pressed to find a more hipster filled crowd at a kids show than the crowd at Yo Gabba Gabba Live. Why, if self-congratulatory irony could vomit all over the inside of an auditorium, well, then that would be about the same crowd you’d see at Yo Gabba Gabba Live.
In fact, if skinny jeans and henleys could somehow be repurposed as a vaccine for the H1N1 virus, then not only would everyone in the crowd have been immunized two times over just by showing up to this show, but also they would have generated enough surplus vaccine to stave off the swine flu from half of Southern California. That is one superfluously, ostentatiously hip crowd, my friends. But enough tortured metaphors — it wouldn’t be Los Angeles if we didn’t see some luminary of some kind, and we did recognize Tia Carrere there with her kids, which is probably not a sign of the apocalypse or anything but . . . well, let’s just say we didn’t see her at Disney Live!
Everybody got a pair of DJ Lance glasses on their seats, and naturally, Mini would have no part of them. Mr. Right-Click and I of course put them on stat. Mr. Right-Click also used the opportunity to flash an LA gang sign. The sign of LA, that is, not of any particular gang within LA proper.
During the “Gaga Show,” Mini sat on my shoulders so he could get a better view. For a little while, I thought maybe he wasn’t having fun, because he was so quiet. But then I remembered that when Mini goes unresponsive at some kind of spectacle, this means he really, really likes it.
At intermission, we got Mini a kids meal from the concession stand. This included a jelly sandwich. Yeah, that’s right, it was a jelly sandwich, not a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Look, that’s what they had. I don’t plan ahead and pack a lunch on weekends!
The big surprise of the show was when Snoop Dogg took the stage to teach us a dancy-dance called the “Peanut Butter Smash.” It’s possible the adults were most excited by this development. Here’s a clear photo of Snoop onstage via Rap-Up:
Here’s what my picture of the excitement looks like. Thank you iPhone 3G, for your consistent craptastic photo quality!
At the end of the show, we sang the Goodbye song along with DJ Lance and the gang. Except when Mini sings it, the chorus sounds more like “Dubai! Dubai! Dubai! Dubai!”
Mr. Right-Click and I then improvised and changed “Goodbye, see ya later, we had fun,” to “Dubai, they make islands in the ocean out . . . of . . . sand . . .” and “Dubai, they make islands in the ocean in the shape . . . of . . . the . . . globe.” Because you’re never so witty as when there is only a two-year old around to hear your smart ass remarks.