For Art’s Sake!!

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.