For Art’s Sake!!
I realize that all Art is
subjective but Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I remember being asked by
some friends to go to this performance space in NYC to see this “performance
art show!”
I found out later that one
of my friends had this mad crush on one of the performers. So we were planning
on going out anyway and I thought.. Ok no biggie!! We see the show then go
clubbin…
So we pay like 10 bucks
for this little rat hole room like space. You did not even need a mic because
there was no room for it. So this is what they call intimate theatre.?????
OK. So we sit up front,
not like there was a mad rush for seats
There I was all in black-
hair perfect and looking forward to getting the boogie in my socks..
This odd music comes on
and this guy walks center stage. He has a huge family style box of corn flakes
in his hand. Then this voice over comes on mixed with the bad music and the
voice says. Maze! Stuffed! Taken from American Indians.
I’m thinking ok – I have a
bridge for sale~~~
Then the guy opens the
corn flake box and begins taking handfuls of flakes and shoving them in his
mouth.. Again and again.. Until his checks looked like Dizzy Gillespie on a
trumpet solo….
I’m thinking, hummmmmm, my
buddy wants to bang this dude???
He must have had half the
box in his mouth… The voice over says FULL!!! Ya know what he did?? He blows
the flakes out of his mouth!!! And yes, there I was front and center now lookin
like I had tweed on and my hair immediately had highlights…
Well that was it~~~ THIS
ITALIAN CHICK – YELLED OH SHIT!!! GRABBED THE BOX FROM THE “ARTIST” AND HIT HIM
WITH IT!!! YUP I DID… Then walked
out!
Then I went to a draw-a-
thon in the village.. Ya think I would have learned but no! I sit with my real artist friends
and all of a sudden a man and woman walk on stage naked, naked I tell ya! He
has a feather on his appendage and she has lace over her eyes. Hummmmmmm. The
class begins and there I was with a note pad ready to write whatever came to
mind.
Then the music changes and
this woman comes riding threw the scene in a baby scooter, yodeling????
Now I look around and no
one was affected but me. Hummmmmm.
Then this very mature man,
ok this friggin oldddddd dude walks into the scene with his appendage in full
view with a ribbon wrapped around it. Now I felt like Woody Allen in a Fellini
ugly movie all neurotic and wondering, is it me or what?
I did however realize a
few things after these experiences!
Art indeed is in the eye
of the beholder!! And I like my porn on TV not live! Now I know why Van Gosh
cut his ear off.
