Sometimes I love what I do.
This may be my single most favorite post on any message board since the beginning of time.
Hey, thanks, Matt. And thanks for all of the comments and speculation, everyone. As for what, exactly, we were doing, the actual explanation is considerably less interesting than the photo, so instead I'll just direct you to the
Radiohole website. Suffice it to say that it involved a couple of hatchets, the bad poetry of acid fascist Mel Lyman, the films of Alejandro Jodorowsky and Kenneth Anger, post-it notes, an LP of Tibetan bells played at a slowed-down speed, Mandalas, Alastair Crowley, The Tarot, tall-boys of Bud, naked tai-chi, The Book of Revelations, the early prohibitionist Carrie Nation, and a few sound samples that I think might have been lifted from Bronwyn Carlton's bed music.
John Junk, I think you mean stage left? But yeah, the DVD thing is totally a multimedia cliche - our joke was that nothing ever appeared on the player and the DVD logo bounced around behind us the whole time. I even spent about three or four minutes alone on stage, following it with my eyes.
Jane, I wrote that "pie" post-it but I don't remember what it says. I think it refers to a dirty joke we came up with in rehearsal.
