So I went tonight to see one of the world's best theremin players—or so I was told—in a band called Sekusu Roba. For you katakana kats, that's not Sex Lover, nor Sex Robot, but Sex Donkey, as you can see over at Jim Breen's Japanese dictionary.

The latter singer punctuated her first song, with its refrain to the effect of "Why won't you call me?" with some gesticulations involving a cell phone. I think this was meant to bring 'realism' to the performance, or perhaps to bring to bring 'interest' and banish 'boredom.'

One of the world's best theremin players was rather skilled, employing a variety of techniques to produce all kinds of sounds, melodic and otherwise, while his band-mate sang and danced in a full-body plaid leotard; behind them both pulsed a projection of what club owners call "visuals"—as in:

"You got a gig tonight? What are you doing?"

"Visuals."

The visuals in this case centered around soft-core erotica featuring three kinds of participants:

1. blonde women
2. asian women with robotic outfits
3. robots

There were also some brief shots of people turning knobs.

I'm not sure why the above is precisely the continuum of hotness favored by modern electronic bands: there seems to be some kind of link between sex and non-emotionality that I don't grasp. It left me a bit cold. When it comes to the stolid, I'm more in the Kafka/Camus camp. (Why? It's funnier because of the K sound.)

In any case, the theremin in evidence tonight looks like the kind of theremin that Technics would make, if Technics made theremins.