Where to begin? There were the trapeze artists, who perched on giant rings hung from the ceiling and stretched into improbable positions. There were the burlesque dancers, who took off exactly enough of their outfits to stay suitable for basic cable TV (actually, let's say basic cable after 10 p.m.). There was the drunk ad buyer who jumped into an empty trapeze and had his friends spin him around until he fell off. And there were the fire breathers.
Usually the upfront event that leaves attendees half-deaf for 16 hours with beer stains on their suit coats is Adult Swim's concert bash during broadcast week (acts have included—seriously, now—M.I.A.,