The Webby Awards will be announced this week, and they threw a concert and pre-party last night at the Box. I went along with Nikola Tamindzic. Was dude heavy, girl light. Lots of just regular nice guys, kind of good looking, milling around, talking 2.0. And then the curtain opened and Kevin Michael hit the stage. He sounds like Prince, looks like Lenny Kravitz and can reduce a grown woman to a pool of lust and flesh. He opened up with a song about being half black and half white. All of a sudden the assorted sundry and rare females in the audience started gyrating. And the men, their ears impacted with the sweet music of Kevin Michael but their machismo diminished by his surfeit of the same, retreated into booths. Hey, they told themselves, he might have the girls now—but I will once I win a Webby! Yes. Good luck with that.
