Sophe Nix can ‘Get It’
Monday, September 15th, 2008My latest whipster crush comes in the form of a pixie shtick named Sophe Nix.
Wil May introduced her to me at Caleb Gauge’s Sloppy Seconds (MJQ) party last Saturday night. She couldn’t have stood an inch over 4-foot-11. I had to stand on my tip-toes just to glimpse her onstage through the crowd.
Her hair was all done up like Material Girl meets Apollonia in “Purple Rain,” but it seemed less ironic than innocent. She came on to me like a cheap one-liner, whispering sweet nothings in my ear — some song called “Get It.”
She and her two dancers moved like synchronized swimmers bathing in a hot tub of electro static and a billion beats per minute. Sorta reminded me of another ’round-the-way chick, Muffy “the Body” Cupcakeopia, minus the confusion and sexual angst. Not sure if that’s a good thing or not. At the end of the night when I stalked past her near the bar, she pretended to accidentally brush up against me.
I’ll have her dancing on my laptop in no time.
