You know that Wolf Pimp guy from the cartoons whose tongue would always drop to the ground and then flip back up like a window shade off its foundations? Jenn's wearing his hat, sans feather, but with a huge ugly brooch pinned to it. Lacy white half-shirt/slip thing under a tight black corset-shaped shirt that exposes her midriff, a men's black wool jacket, a weird metal belt that looks like munitions, and a bunch of silver bling hanging from oh, just everything. She yells a greeting to Wolfie, who looks away as though ashamed, which he should be. Matt "Velvet" Dusk is a total professional, however, asking her how she's doing. "You can't afford to fuck up," burrs Wolfie, "because if you do, you don't come back." And Master 'Areton shill inherit oul his marnie's acres. "I could not believe he said that to me," she gasps cutely in interview, dropping her jaw. Matt "Velvet" Dusk apologizes because, as he says, that was "extremely rude," but it was so many things -- mostly true, and a blessing -- that you can tell he's just being nice. "Have fun, okay? This is not, you know, Madison Square Garden." Except to Matt "Velvet" Dusk? It totally is. He's being surprisingly forked-tongue about this, considering he would like nothing better than for her to fuck up so his resentment of Joe the Vet can once again be validated. What he doesn't realize yet, though, is that before -- with Lorraine/Elaine Hunt -- he could complain to Tim about it, whereas this time it's more the fault of the Tim and Tom Connection than Joe, and that means he can't complain at all, so she's not so much a pawn as something being inflicted on him and his band and their Showroom fantasies.
They look weird together onstage. Mostly because she looks like a backup dancer for a Christina Aguilera show. She doesn't sing greatly, you know, but it is nice to see her forget every other word and jump in after reading it off of Matt "Velvet" Dusk's admittedly expressive and captivating lips. Between this and her relationship to the melody itself, which let's characterize as "estranged," it's very much like one of those mid-'90s Natalie Merchant songs where the backup singer is Natalie Merchant Sounding Slightly Retarded. Have I been blimbed? Cut to Matt "Velvet" Dusk imitating Jenn in interview, warbling all over the staff. That sounds dirty. It is dirty, when she does it. As she continues singing, "Oh no, you can't take that away from me," you can actually see a little thought bubble forming above Wolfie's head that says, "Can somebody at least try to take it away from her?" Various audience members look -- not pissed exactly, more like concerned. Disturbed. Shaken, maybe.