
I came across this today and am still trying to figure out how big of a deal it is. I think it's pretty big. Check out what I'm talking about.







His name is Tim DeLaughter, and he is the frontman of a 24 person superband called The Polyphonic Spree. The other night, Lew and I went to see them. Now, those of you who know me well know that I love the PpS - but to say this dude's estimation of himself as God is a bit bizarre is an understatement. The show starts with the band's harpist as the only person onstage before the curtain lifts to reveal a surging mass behind a stetched scroll of red silk. Tim takes his time cutting through the material to expose the giant group of people who follow his every move throughout the show - literally, they seem transfixed by him as their conductor, their leader. The band plays some of my favorites and the show's high points are punctuated with explosions of silver confetti falling from the beautiful mosaic ceiling but the most notable thing here is that this guy really has the most intense Jesus complex I've ever witnessed. And his fans seem to think he's a deity as well. Now - don't get me wrong - I know that Mr. DeLaughter went through a lot of heavy shit - one of his best friends (and former Tripping Daisy bandmate) died from an OD - and the time that followed it was a dark one. But come on, dude - the band and the message and the free love and all that would be so much more powerful if you just let it speak for itself. Instead of demanding worship from your audience. I'm just sayin...



