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By Tara Jepsen

Published on September 01, 2009 at 4:21am

It’s easier to describe Reggie Watts’ appearance (imagine if Lisa Bonet and Zach Galifianakis had a child) than his broad range of talent. Here’s a shot: He can do a lot with his mouth and a loop pedal. Here’s another: He can conjure any of the sounds coming out of the noise machine next to your bed or corporate bathroom. Birds, winds, the crashing of waves: done. He can also be a drum set and any number of electro-music knobs. This may all be notable, but much more thrilling is witnessing these skills woven into Watts’ stream-of-consciousness presentation, a playful externalized inner symphony of sound and word drawing on a vast range of musical styles and conceptual influences — it’s completely absorbing, hilarious, and surprising.
Wed., Sept. 9, 8 & 10 p.m., 2009