The sausage king?

I went to an odd show last night. Picture this: Friday night, BYOB, bagel shop with tacky Ferris Bueller name (see below), florescent lighting, weird emo guy reminiscent of that weird guy in Wedding Singer, followed by a small string-symphony-type-deal, complete with conductor. Upon reflection, it was sorta cool; but at the time I was a tinse uncomfortable and not knowing how to act. Way to be, I guess.