Empty Exchange: QUINTRON & MISS PUSSYCAT
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So, there I am, standing around, drinking a Tecate, waiting for the tunes to start, when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see a blonde bob behind a pink sparkly mask. I know instantly who it is, the words she’s saying to me are lost as I excitedly think to myself “that’s Miss Pussycat. Its Miss Pussycat!” Without absorbing any of what she was saying I blurt out “You’re Miss Pussycat!” Before I know it I starting hearing words like “big fan”, “idol”, and “favorite role model” spewing out. I stand there cringing at my own ‘fan-girl’ outburst. Before I can do anymore damage I calmly stop myself and say “can’t wait to see ya play,” as I walk away.Considering I’ve had about a million solo dance parties while listening to some of Quintron and Miss P’s albums, I had pretty high expectations for the set ahead. I’d been pining to see them in the flesh for years and now it was happening, there was Quintron’s infamous Hammond-Fender Rhodes-car hybrid, there was the puppet theater Miss P would perform in and I had a spot front and center, I felt like a child on Christmas morning.After some dance-tastic sets by MAGAS and zZz, (Q and Miss P’s partners in touring crime) I could not have been more excited for their show. They were the perfect precursors to the set. Following a puppet show, performed by Q and Miss P themselves, the set started off in full-force. Beaming up at the stage as Quintron played his quintessential swamp-tech beats and Miss P’s sang her shrilling vocals, I was on a dance train to the moon. The energy from both the duo, and the crowd, was superb, and I was saddened when it all came to an end.Although, I never got to ask Miss Pussycat which puppet she identified with most, and never got to hear how exactly Quintron choose the tracks from the Singing House for the cassette, I definitely got to cross a few things off my bucket list Saturday night. Quintron and Miss Pussycat will forever be my favorite duo. Between Quintron’s out of this world inventions and Miss P’s pure puppet magic, their imaginations, and talent are comparable to none. I don’t like being the barer of bad news, but if you weren’t at the Bottle on Saturday, ya blew it.
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