Gary Wilson

Having Gary Wilson described to you is actually more fun than witnessing it. He’s a middle-aged cult figure with a two-album discography spread over 20 years clad in a horrible wig, dark sunglasses, poorly arranged bed sheets and a deflated blow-up doll duct-taped to his side with songs obsessing over old girlfriends and their alleged infidelities. And his backing band consists of ’70s NYC glam rejects, including a hype man whose main job is to repeatedly sprinkle the singer with baby powder during the course of the performance. Sure, the songs don’t match the spectacle but does that matter?