Once in a great while a talented performer comes along. A performer so talented that the talent has yet to be defined by regular language. Only irregular language will do. Words like demented, perplexing, questionable, hoo-hoo-ha!, and woob-woob-woob only begin to scratch the surface of the talent of said performer.
One day, while lollygagging about on the Internet, I came across such a performer. Dina Martina. Remember that name: bastion of all that will be great. Just not yet and only because we're personally not ready to receive all the greatness that's coming our way. But we will be. And when that day comes, Dina Martina will rightfully take her place in the pantheon of galactic stars. Catch Dina Martina now. If you dare.
Update, May 17, 2014: I SAW Dina Martina, up close and personal in a little bar called Rebel on Market Street in San Francisco. AND IT WAS A JOYFUL OCCASION FOR ALL. See her. Do it.
I don't know about you, but Dina Martina puts me in the Christmas spirit, BIG TIME. Lucky denizens of Seattle, Washington: Run, don't walk to Dina's Christmas show, playing at Re-Bar through the end of December, 2012.