This concert by raspy nu-soul one-hitter Macy Gray (I Try) is the worst thing I've seen in ages. Watch Gray and her pink-wigged backup singers performing her insipid retro-70s psychedelic R&B. The set is tacky and gaudy, with pedestals skirted by material the shade and texture of duct tape holding budget-funk players wearing black shirts and purple ties. Gray's body movements are disturbingly awkward and constrained, and her ad libs are painfully corny: "Free yo' mind! I wanna see some booties shakin'!" Misguidedly, during Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak, she masturbates her mic stand with a creepily passive facial expression. Even the video's production is atrocious, down to the forced low-angle panty shots of her backup vocalists and an unnecessary mid-program break when sweaty, passionate audience members regale you with heartfelt stories about the first time they heard her music. Gross.