Another vigilante mission from the Army's most vigilante-ish performer!
A bit of background information- Every sunday, Art Bar in riverwest hosts a new artist who paints of the last artists work in an event called the Open Canvas. This event is called the Open Canvas or also the One Week Painting. I was the 28th person to paint on this said canvas. Also, I have absolutely no painting experience what so ever.
The piece went as follows: I set up shop, wearing a plain white shirt, a red bandana and a navy blue beret, armed with nothing but a tube of black paint, a tube of red paint, and one paint brush. I began painting the whole canvas nothing but black. Black, black black black black. While doing so, I talked extremely loudly about what I was doing and how this is the greatest work the world will ever see. Some of the better quotes:
"Picasso is committing suicide in his GRAVE because this is so good."
"The painting works as a metaphor, with the black being all of history blurring into one, leading up to the climactic event which is this painting."
"Should I really be doing this? I mean, I'm ruining painting and art forever."
"Dude, seriously, I am fucking incredible"
"In the 1950's, John Cage rendered innovation useless. Im rendering rendering innovation useless useless."
After about 4 1/2 hours of painting nothing but black, I proudly proclaimed "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I AM NOW RENDERING PAINTING USELESS!" and I scrawled Hurns across the canvas in thick red letters. For those not in the know, Hurns is the sound of failure.
Why I enjoyed this:
-I think it combined a lot of recent work I have done, specifically themes from Made in the Mouth (Arrogant artist made to look ridiculous because of the work he creates), Pete-za (vulgar narcissism) and E=MC Hammer (absolutely meaningless creation, plus Hurns is part of the band now).
-I also like it because it gave me a bit of focus coming off of Mouth. I realized that I have a great opportunity to continue the dadaist ideas that have fallen by the wayside as of recently for me, but now with even more focus. What I want to do is divide myself in to: me as the artist and me as the figure. As the artist, I will create stuff like Raperies and most of my plays, working "behind the scenes" and focusing my ideas elsewhere. But as the figure, i.e. made in the mouth and this last performance, I will creating an entirely new identity, one that remains eternally awful but completely arrogant. Basically, this is the continuation of Pete-za that I needed. I'm taking all of the themes from Pete-za that have universal appeal (so basically the project minus the punk rock critique) and using them in a new setting. I'm kind of excited! (Also, E=MC Hammer does not fit into this model. Thats on a completely different level.)
The painting, if you wish to see it, will be hanging in Art Bar until 12/9/07, when someone else will be painting over it.
Until we smash the world again,
Peter J Woods
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Guerilla Noise- 11/12
After being removed from the Army of the Arts for an extended period of time, due to Lucky and Pozzo doing what it was supposed to do and thereby making me horribly depressed every time it happened, I decided to return, without warning, in a vigilante style mission.
Setting up shop outside of the Raynor Memorial Library on the Marquette Campus (roughly 14th and Wisconsin) with two small amps, a handful of pedals, a mic, a mixer and a table at around 2:30, I dove head first into a fifteen minute improvised noise set. . Varying between low end rumbles (which unfortunately just sounded like static due to the small amps) and panning throat singing, I'd have to say I was pleased with the set. It's been a while since I have taken the "plug in and play" style of performance, so getting that out there felt kind of awesome.
Judging the reactions of the audience proved almost impossible. I threw my hood up and faced away from the general public to better focus on what I was doing, so I couldn't really see what was going on. A few familiar faces stopped and talked to me afterwards about what was going on. They said a pretty decent crowd formed about half way through the performance, but moved on before I ended. The majority of the crowd was apparently male (the potential female audience members mainly just stopped their conversations on their cell phones long enough to give me a strange look).
The only interaction I had with the audience came about half way through the set, when a bearded, older man approached me with an angry/concerned face, and demanded to know what I was doing. I responded, tongue firmly in cheek, that this is "noise, man, its the wave of the future" (note: that's compeletely wrong. Noise started in the 1800's with Luigi Russolo, but I find that answer hilarious). The man said "Ok," and walked on.
Although I consider this a success, improvements need to be made for next time:
1. Louder amps that are still portable. (Has to be a combo of some sort, maybe on wheels. Anyone have a Roland keyboard amp?)
2. Less gear. (This is easily achieved. The next set will probably drop the mixer, table, and 4 of my 6 pedals.)
3. A better visual aspect. (Next time around, I want to have a written message plastered on my back, so its not just a guy with pedals, but a guy with pedals and a purpose)
So until next time, ask not what the arts can do for you, but what you can fucking smash with that hammer.
Peter J Woods
Setting up shop outside of the Raynor Memorial Library on the Marquette Campus (roughly 14th and Wisconsin) with two small amps, a handful of pedals, a mic, a mixer and a table at around 2:30, I dove head first into a fifteen minute improvised noise set. . Varying between low end rumbles (which unfortunately just sounded like static due to the small amps) and panning throat singing, I'd have to say I was pleased with the set. It's been a while since I have taken the "plug in and play" style of performance, so getting that out there felt kind of awesome.
Judging the reactions of the audience proved almost impossible. I threw my hood up and faced away from the general public to better focus on what I was doing, so I couldn't really see what was going on. A few familiar faces stopped and talked to me afterwards about what was going on. They said a pretty decent crowd formed about half way through the performance, but moved on before I ended. The majority of the crowd was apparently male (the potential female audience members mainly just stopped their conversations on their cell phones long enough to give me a strange look).
The only interaction I had with the audience came about half way through the set, when a bearded, older man approached me with an angry/concerned face, and demanded to know what I was doing. I responded, tongue firmly in cheek, that this is "noise, man, its the wave of the future" (note: that's compeletely wrong. Noise started in the 1800's with Luigi Russolo, but I find that answer hilarious). The man said "Ok," and walked on.
Although I consider this a success, improvements need to be made for next time:
1. Louder amps that are still portable. (Has to be a combo of some sort, maybe on wheels. Anyone have a Roland keyboard amp?)
2. Less gear. (This is easily achieved. The next set will probably drop the mixer, table, and 4 of my 6 pedals.)
3. A better visual aspect. (Next time around, I want to have a written message plastered on my back, so its not just a guy with pedals, but a guy with pedals and a purpose)
So until next time, ask not what the arts can do for you, but what you can fucking smash with that hammer.
Peter J Woods
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Lucky and Pozzo at Buskerfest
posted by R Winsome
We got back to Buskerfest, Kate dug through some trash, tried to climb a building, went "home" (sitting in an alley) Then we swapped out for Tim and all kinds of danger, violence, sex, and poetry. this outing had it all.
Highlights:
- climbing a building (tim got his fingers over the top of the building, but couldn't get any further, fell into a dumpster on his way back down.)
- Wrestle this guy (the guy was some kind of wrestling man. He promptly pinned Tim in the doorway of Nomad- where else would we get such a request? The bouncer came out and broke it up, the guy foolishly turned his back on Lucky, who then pounced to the great delight of the crowd. He pulled the guy down on top of him, the bouncer yelled some more and we broke it up. The guy came to shake my hand and tell me how stupid we were for taking his friend's ten dollars)
- the bachelorettes. We encountered a bachelorette party and helped them cross off $5 worth of their list, including: a lap dance, tie removal and replacement, plucking a chest hair, exposing his treasure trail, and some other thing.
- Drink some of my tequila, not a lot, well, as much as you want. Tim filled his mouth full and swallowed it.
- Draw pictures. Tim rendered the scene (outside a street vendor selling CDs) beautifully, in sharpie on scrap paper.
- the moon walk. (Tim gave them Neil Armstrong until they complained enough for Michael Jackson, and he gave them a bit of that)
- "crank that" (some ass wanted Tim to sing a chachi song by someone named soldier boy. Not knowing the words, Tim improvised it. The guy followed us for the next half hour attempting to discourage customers.)
- a couple asked tim to think, which he did, from memory, and i provided them with the text so they could read along. Then got them to pay me another dollar to make him shut up.
- Switch roles. Someone asked if I ever play lucky and i suggested she ask us to, for a dollar. We stripped to out skivvies and I got to have some Lucky action, which i think i may regret if i ever decide i want to have children.
- back at Nomad, everyone wanted to see me hurt. Twice i had to chase a poorly thrown football into traffic, i had to break dance, then do the fish, which on concrete is less than comfortable, then let a kid throw the football at my stomach, and then an adult (since the kid's dad wouldn't let him) threw it at my crotch, even though i stared at him as piteously as i could, then i did push ups with the kid sitting on my back. I was told to do shakespheare but i couldn't get out more than two lines of the sonnet i had memorized only a few weeks ago. Oh well.
We got back to Buskerfest, Kate dug through some trash, tried to climb a building, went "home" (sitting in an alley) Then we swapped out for Tim and all kinds of danger, violence, sex, and poetry. this outing had it all.
Highlights:
- climbing a building (tim got his fingers over the top of the building, but couldn't get any further, fell into a dumpster on his way back down.)
- Wrestle this guy (the guy was some kind of wrestling man. He promptly pinned Tim in the doorway of Nomad- where else would we get such a request? The bouncer came out and broke it up, the guy foolishly turned his back on Lucky, who then pounced to the great delight of the crowd. He pulled the guy down on top of him, the bouncer yelled some more and we broke it up. The guy came to shake my hand and tell me how stupid we were for taking his friend's ten dollars)
- the bachelorettes. We encountered a bachelorette party and helped them cross off $5 worth of their list, including: a lap dance, tie removal and replacement, plucking a chest hair, exposing his treasure trail, and some other thing.
- Drink some of my tequila, not a lot, well, as much as you want. Tim filled his mouth full and swallowed it.
- Draw pictures. Tim rendered the scene (outside a street vendor selling CDs) beautifully, in sharpie on scrap paper.
- the moon walk. (Tim gave them Neil Armstrong until they complained enough for Michael Jackson, and he gave them a bit of that)
- "crank that" (some ass wanted Tim to sing a chachi song by someone named soldier boy. Not knowing the words, Tim improvised it. The guy followed us for the next half hour attempting to discourage customers.)
- a couple asked tim to think, which he did, from memory, and i provided them with the text so they could read along. Then got them to pay me another dollar to make him shut up.
- Switch roles. Someone asked if I ever play lucky and i suggested she ask us to, for a dollar. We stripped to out skivvies and I got to have some Lucky action, which i think i may regret if i ever decide i want to have children.
- back at Nomad, everyone wanted to see me hurt. Twice i had to chase a poorly thrown football into traffic, i had to break dance, then do the fish, which on concrete is less than comfortable, then let a kid throw the football at my stomach, and then an adult (since the kid's dad wouldn't let him) threw it at my crotch, even though i stared at him as piteously as i could, then i did push ups with the kid sitting on my back. I was told to do shakespheare but i couldn't get out more than two lines of the sonnet i had memorized only a few weeks ago. Oh well.
Lucky and Pozzo at the Artwalk
posted by R Winsome.
Bad times. We had a gap in buskerfest between 3 and 5. Kate and I traveled to Riverwest, suited up and started trying to get the artwalkers.
Unfortunately, there seemed to be sparse attendance at that time, in the places we went. Center street, down to the co-op, over to bremen, and then back up to center. Most of the people we encountered didn't seem to know the artwalk was happening, so we were just a couple freaks wandering through a residential area.
Scared some people, ran into some kids who hate art. They made Kate jerk off in the general direction of some old ladies, didn't do much else that's memorable. Then we headed back to brady street to get a head start on busking there.
We did a bit more and then Tim showed up.
Bad times. We had a gap in buskerfest between 3 and 5. Kate and I traveled to Riverwest, suited up and started trying to get the artwalkers.
Unfortunately, there seemed to be sparse attendance at that time, in the places we went. Center street, down to the co-op, over to bremen, and then back up to center. Most of the people we encountered didn't seem to know the artwalk was happening, so we were just a couple freaks wandering through a residential area.
Scared some people, ran into some kids who hate art. They made Kate jerk off in the general direction of some old ladies, didn't do much else that's memorable. Then we headed back to brady street to get a head start on busking there.
We did a bit more and then Tim showed up.
Rex Winsome Explains Everything
posted by R Winsome
On Oct 6 We did two actions on Brady street in association with Milwaukee Public Theatre and Buskerfest. First, we did a new peice, in which Rex Winsome explains everything.
I wrote the outline of a two hour rant where i cover, from the abstract to the specific, my views on why i do everything and anything i do. Then i rehearsed it a little over the course of the week, both in writing and out loud while doing dishes or riding the bus, then i stood on a soap box on bready street with a hat and a sign and recited the rant.
it went really well, talked about billy goats when some kids got bored, then their parents got bored when i got to billy goat capitalism. Politicians, dog walkers, families, artists all stopped and listened, a few bitter old hippies tried to argue with me, a sociology student took issue with half what what i was saying and i recorded the whole thing, i'll try and get an audio sample up on the website sometime.
here's the outline:
KNOWLEDGE
limits to understanding
limits to expression in language
scientific knowledge (superior)
religious knowledge (superfluous)
what is science not doing yet?
EXISTENTIALISM
cogito ergo sum + free will
utility- self determined values
defined by actions
intentionality + responsibility
OTHERS
basic needs
necessity of others
maleability of others
SOCIAL STRUCTURES
historical development
anarchy - government
GOVERNMENT
progress toward dissolution
amoral
efficient
utilitarianism
ECONOMICS
as understructure of society and gov't
historical development
capitalism
capitalism requires gov't
capitalism must be abolished
REVOLUTION
defined - violence?
historical example- feudalism to capitalism
preconditions of a revolution
1. obsolete old system
2. new system
-classes
-basic relationship
-products
3. new technologies
4. old legalities
CURRENT SITUATION
preconditions are met
1. capitalist excesses
2. creative class, art as mode of production, arts+entertainment as new product
3. internet
4. copyright laws
PRAXIS
start in developed capitalist country
gain control of a rising power, ride the rise
theatre, MKE,
HUMAN INTERACTION
globally - citizen not consumer
directly- overtly selfish, use-value, honesty, emotional
responsiblity, challenging not coddling
On Oct 6 We did two actions on Brady street in association with Milwaukee Public Theatre and Buskerfest. First, we did a new peice, in which Rex Winsome explains everything.
I wrote the outline of a two hour rant where i cover, from the abstract to the specific, my views on why i do everything and anything i do. Then i rehearsed it a little over the course of the week, both in writing and out loud while doing dishes or riding the bus, then i stood on a soap box on bready street with a hat and a sign and recited the rant.
it went really well, talked about billy goats when some kids got bored, then their parents got bored when i got to billy goat capitalism. Politicians, dog walkers, families, artists all stopped and listened, a few bitter old hippies tried to argue with me, a sociology student took issue with half what what i was saying and i recorded the whole thing, i'll try and get an audio sample up on the website sometime.
here's the outline:
KNOWLEDGE
limits to understanding
limits to expression in language
scientific knowledge (superior)
religious knowledge (superfluous)
what is science not doing yet?
EXISTENTIALISM
cogito ergo sum + free will
utility- self determined values
defined by actions
intentionality + responsibility
OTHERS
basic needs
necessity of others
maleability of others
SOCIAL STRUCTURES
historical development
anarchy - government
GOVERNMENT
progress toward dissolution
amoral
efficient
utilitarianism
ECONOMICS
as understructure of society and gov't
historical development
capitalism
capitalism requires gov't
capitalism must be abolished
REVOLUTION
defined - violence?
historical example- feudalism to capitalism
preconditions of a revolution
1. obsolete old system
2. new system
-classes
-basic relationship
-products
3. new technologies
4. old legalities
CURRENT SITUATION
preconditions are met
1. capitalist excesses
2. creative class, art as mode of production, arts+entertainment as new product
3. internet
4. copyright laws
PRAXIS
start in developed capitalist country
gain control of a rising power, ride the rise
theatre, MKE,
HUMAN INTERACTION
globally - citizen not consumer
directly- overtly selfish, use-value, honesty, emotional
responsiblity, challenging not coddling
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Saturday 9/22: Shakesphere, with Tomatoes
posted by R Winsome
Dinner Theatre and Shakespheare are two pretty unlikely areas for Insurgent Theatre to get into, but we'll always rise to whatever challenge presented to us. When Renee, the organizer of this event asked us to come up with a street theatre performance about tomatoes, we quickly brainstormed the following: a cafe where the theatre is on the menu and the food is thrown at the actors. We put the deadliest theatre we could think of (Shakespheare) on the menu and got messy.
It went amazingly well, some lucky breaks, tons of press, and only a few assholes who thought the point of the thing was to throw the tomatoes as hard as possible at our faces and hurt us.
Good times! Keep an eye out for pics, video of the channel 4 coverage (if we can find it) and other links.
doesn't typically truck in such things, but, thisweekend, we're combining all three.Come to the east side for a tomato themed street festival and have anopportunity to experience Insurgent's detourned approach toShakespearean dinner theatre, where the theatre is on the menu and thefood is thrown at the stage.This Saturday, Sept 22nd, The Tomato Romp! On North Ave betweenOakland and Prospect. Fest starts at ten and ends at 4, we'reperforming between noon and 3.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Tuesday 8/14: Missoula Oblongata Show
posted by R Winsome.
We weren't able to perform for The Missoula Oblongata while in MN, due to them seeing good plays (something called fanulanu) while we were watching the deadliest theatre i've ever seen (McBeth's Scottish Castle Party) So, we promised we'd come out and perform before their show here.
So we did. There weren't many people around, and we didn't get any very unusual requests, but Tim got to think and to sing, and the Missoula people seemed impressed. We also ran into this guy who paid $1 for us to pose for a picture, which he was then going to upload to his website at http://www.milwaukeerenaissance.com/. either he didn't do it, or that site is too much of a sprawling wiki-mess for me to find ANYTHING on it. Oh well.
Then we saw The Most Mysterious Day of the Year, loved it, and didn't want to perform anymore (cuz we'd been cooked well-done during the show).
We weren't able to perform for The Missoula Oblongata while in MN, due to them seeing good plays (something called fanulanu) while we were watching the deadliest theatre i've ever seen (McBeth's Scottish Castle Party) So, we promised we'd come out and perform before their show here.
So we did. There weren't many people around, and we didn't get any very unusual requests, but Tim got to think and to sing, and the Missoula people seemed impressed. We also ran into this guy who paid $1 for us to pose for a picture, which he was then going to upload to his website at http://www.milwaukeerenaissance.com/. either he didn't do it, or that site is too much of a sprawling wiki-mess for me to find ANYTHING on it. Oh well.
Then we saw The Most Mysterious Day of the Year, loved it, and didn't want to perform anymore (cuz we'd been cooked well-done during the show).
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
8/11 Lucky & Pozzo Take Minneapolis
Check it. Attending Fring Fest in the beautiful, venue strewn city of Minneapolis, Lucky & Pozzo made some gas money entertaining a new crowd. It was hotter than levitating lipstick lesbians making love in lucid doorways, but we persevered.
Here's some pics:
Here's some pics:
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
July 27, Gallery Nights Twice the Lucky, Twice the Pozzo
This post began Friday night, I am stubbornly adding it to the site unedited, disregarding the fact that Rex already explained the setting.
That's right, TWO Luckys and TWO Pozzos hit the Third Ward to wrest dollars from the hands of the bourgeoisie, one cavort at time. Here is a brief list of the Ian/Tim team’s decency defying stunts:
1: Strip
2: Stop stripping
3: Salsa dance (The woman who requested this was too shy to partner up with poor Lucky so Ian filled in and tried his best to follow Lucky’s lead.)
4: Obligatory headstands, net dances, a few Irish jigs (w/ impressive hell clicks)
5: Divide *insert big number* by *another number* in your head. (The numbers were written on paper and torn in two with Lucky’s teeth, then stuffed into his mouth, read: head)
6: Take off all your clothes. (So, I did. Pozzo held the suitcase open in a strategic fashion and the drawers did drop. However, the rather rude woman who’d requested the show voiced her dissatisfaction with Lucky’s still wearing his tie and the boxers being only down to the calves. She harangued poor Pozzo the entire time that Lucky spent redressing. Lucky thanked her for contributing to the arts and told her to take her disappointment as a life lesson. Bitch.)
7: The building is on fire, and there’s a kitten on the top floor. What do you do? (Well, Lucky tries the door first. Finding it locked he desperately cries out the plight of the kitten, but to no avail. Spotting a drain pipe on the side of the building, he bolts for it and uses it to climb about 10 feet up to a ledge and then reach out towards the fire escape ladder. The concerned onlookers decided that the kitten had made a jump for it and now required CPR . . . on the ground where it’s safe. Their concern was touching and the kitten was found on a girl’s foot where it was, presumably, resuscitated by our hero. Kudos for creativity!)
8: Swallow a dime. (Done. Well, the dime stuck in Lucky’s throat but fortunately came back out later and without the public noticing.)
9: Recite something. (This Lucky is a big fan of poetry and, to his great pleasure, so was this audience. Several poems were recited and hearty rounds of applause were received with humble bows. One woman was moved to give a tip out of sheer appreciation. Turn-about is fair play and Lucky bestowed a bonus morsel of Lewis Carroll while holding her hand, ending with a gentle kiss.
10: Find a 50yr old date for my friend. (Spotting a man standing alone, disregarding the age limit and the dollar Lynda paid for Lucky to not find her a date, Lucky introduced Doug to Lynda. He likes to think that they are now happily married.
11: Massage my friends’ heads. (Check)
12: Escape! Be free! (And so he ran, fast and far.)
13: Disco dance & do some hip hop. (The disco was genuine and well received. The hip hop was a bunny rabbit impression.)
Best evening of Lucky & Pozzo ever!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
From the Desk of Pozzo! - Jonathan West
Take a letter, Lucky. Type, HOG!!
Dear Sweaty Man,
I am Pozzo! I beleive you promised me a ten pound chicken. My companion and I waited for this chicken until we ran out of carrots and had to eat turnips. Then we ran out of turnips.
You owe me a chicken, schmartzy!
Sincerely,
Pozzo!
Secretary General to the Army of the
Dear Sweaty Man,
I am Pozzo! I beleive you promised me a ten pound chicken. My companion and I waited for this chicken until we ran out of carrots and had to eat turnips. Then we ran out of turnips.
You owe me a chicken, schmartzy!
Sincerely,
Pozzo!
Secretary General to the Army of the
July 27th- Gallery Night
Posted by R. Winsome
Two pairs of Lucky's and Pozzo's hit Gallery Night with ROARING success.
The Pozzos: Rex and Ian
The Luckys: Tim and Kate.
highlights:
- large donation for "one legged bolero concerning the sugar cane industry in deference to plate tectonics"
- sexually harrass my wife and her friends
- grovel
- hump that pole
- tongue your master for 30 full seconds
- give your master a lap dance
- the wierdest thing you've got
- explain why you are so creepy
- a one minute monologue about how brilliant Susan Marie Bischoff is
-slam your head into the sidewalk really hard repeatedly
- a levitating card trick (because the requester was unimpressed, took the card and put it in his breast pocket, where Kate took hold of it, and his nipple and they struggled to the ground over this card)
- running into Jonathan West, who attempted to procure a chicken as payment
- the inordinately large number of people who got the reference (makes me want to memorize Lucky's think monologue, cuz there's gonna be alot more of that at fringe fest)
- telling off the fucking hipsters at Made in Milwaukee: "hmmm lucky, it appears these people think they are better than us. they are obviously too cool, and we are repulsive, we are not particulalry human, perhaps... no matter"
- when matt richardson thought it was a good idea to add half a cinder block to Lucky's load, which lasted about ten minutes, and then i took it out of the crate and threw it as far as I could, in the midst of regaling a group of strangers.
- vegetables, vaporizors, and other prep work we did this week
Two pairs of Lucky's and Pozzo's hit Gallery Night with ROARING success.
The Pozzos: Rex and Ian
The Luckys: Tim and Kate.
highlights:
- large donation for "one legged bolero concerning the sugar cane industry in deference to plate tectonics"
- sexually harrass my wife and her friends
- grovel
- hump that pole
- tongue your master for 30 full seconds
- give your master a lap dance
- the wierdest thing you've got
- explain why you are so creepy
- a one minute monologue about how brilliant Susan Marie Bischoff is
-slam your head into the sidewalk really hard repeatedly
- a levitating card trick (because the requester was unimpressed, took the card and put it in his breast pocket, where Kate took hold of it, and his nipple and they struggled to the ground over this card)
- running into Jonathan West, who attempted to procure a chicken as payment
- the inordinately large number of people who got the reference (makes me want to memorize Lucky's think monologue, cuz there's gonna be alot more of that at fringe fest)
- telling off the fucking hipsters at Made in Milwaukee: "hmmm lucky, it appears these people think they are better than us. they are obviously too cool, and we are repulsive, we are not particulalry human, perhaps... no matter"
- when matt richardson thought it was a good idea to add half a cinder block to Lucky's load, which lasted about ten minutes, and then i took it out of the crate and threw it as far as I could, in the midst of regaling a group of strangers.
- vegetables, vaporizors, and other prep work we did this week
Monday, July 9, 2007
From the Desk of Pozzo! -Faith Levine
If we're going to send hate mail to the art museum when they kick us out, we must treat Art v Craft in the same manner. I regret that this had to happen.
Take dictation, PIG!
Dear Ms. Levine,
I am Pozzo! I would like to post a complaint. My associate and I were ejected from your "hip alternative art and craft fair" last Saturday morning without grounds, and I demand recompense in the form of the termination of the employment of the offending employee (or employees) from your organization.
It is my understanding that you consider this event a "showcase for emerging... artists working in many traditional and non-traditional mediums" and yet your people are unwilling to tolerate the appearanceof a master, I say, a veritable MASTER of the Performing Arts and his humble associate, that is, myself. Perhaps humble is not the right word. Are you listening to me, pig? Type!
Your excuse for this ejection was weak. If this is "a counter economy, a way to avoid mass-produced goods and large corporations" then protecting your vendors' right to sell their goods on the basis of a rental of the space, the property, is hypocritical. The choice to remove us from the premises enforces the bourgeois institution of private property ownership, which we as "DIY artists" must struggle with daily. I understand it is sometimes necessary to play into the prevailing capitalist system (renting a booth, or renting the hall) to achieve something. It is not necessary to impose and enforce these rules on other artists!
My associate is, as I said, a Master of the Performing arts, but surely considering the ineffable nature of the product, the experience, that we sell and considering that we do not have the same space requirements as the vendor booths we cannot be expected to pay a rental fee and still maintain any profitability. Allowing your patrons the opportunity to pay, of their own volition a mere dollar for a bit of local color, for a performance by a Master of the Performing Arts within an event that masquerades as a venue for alternative art, presents little competition and does no significant damage to any ofthe rented vendors. I guarantee that, had we been allowed to perform, the customer's experience at your event would be improved by Lucky'spresence. There are a number of establishments in this city that recognize the value of what we do and who have welcomed Lucky with open arms and with dollar bills. The Pink Banana Theatre company, Darling Hall, the Performing Arts Showcase, a number of cafes and bars, even the police officers at the fireworks and outside Summerfest grounds were all far more accommodating than your staff when we presented ourselves in the same manner. That is, without prior notice or permission.
I thank you in advance for your hasty action in dealing with this complaint and request some validation that the offending woman has been removed from your employ in much the same manner that my associate and I were removed from your premises Saturday morning, that is: escorted to the curb outside. A photograph will do.
Yours,
Pozzo
Saturday, July 7, 2007
July 7- Theatre v Art v Craft
Posted by R. Winsome.
Faith Levine, the queen of DIY art kicked us out of Art v Craft within 10 feet of the door. She will be getting a nasty letter from Pozzo. They wouldn't even let us work on the sidewalk outside the building. We bitched enough for the security guard to go and give us our money back, and one of the guys at the door came to see Made in the Mouth that night, so at least SOME people were cool.
We scurried off to the east side for our old reliable Brady Street and then hit up north ave. Ian was Pozzo and I (that is, Rex) was Lucky. Matt Richardson was the Third. Ian's first shot at Pozzo and he did a good job, worked more Pozzo lines into the bit than i usually do, and also had a better response to "why is he tied up?" questions. I typically say, "Lucky is an artist, he's dangerous, he must be restrained." Ian said "he does it of his free will" and then went into a bit of the "he wants to mollify me so i give up the idea of parting with him" bit.
Highlights of Lucky's performances:
I'm a little teapot on the crate on a manhole in the middle of brady street.
do 10 jumping jacks and 10 pushups on the manhole in the middle of brady street (in the middle of a sunny afternoon manhole covers get very very hot, so I started doing those clapping pushups, which impressed the guy even more)
a breakdancing harmonica
a dinosaur stepping on a landmine
hang yourself
Faith Levine, the queen of DIY art kicked us out of Art v Craft within 10 feet of the door. She will be getting a nasty letter from Pozzo. They wouldn't even let us work on the sidewalk outside the building. We bitched enough for the security guard to go and give us our money back, and one of the guys at the door came to see Made in the Mouth that night, so at least SOME people were cool.
We scurried off to the east side for our old reliable Brady Street and then hit up north ave. Ian was Pozzo and I (that is, Rex) was Lucky. Matt Richardson was the Third. Ian's first shot at Pozzo and he did a good job, worked more Pozzo lines into the bit than i usually do, and also had a better response to "why is he tied up?" questions. I typically say, "Lucky is an artist, he's dangerous, he must be restrained." Ian said "he does it of his free will" and then went into a bit of the "he wants to mollify me so i give up the idea of parting with him" bit.
Highlights of Lucky's performances:
I'm a little teapot on the crate on a manhole in the middle of brady street.
do 10 jumping jacks and 10 pushups on the manhole in the middle of brady street (in the middle of a sunny afternoon manhole covers get very very hot, so I started doing those clapping pushups, which impressed the guy even more)
a breakdancing harmonica
a dinosaur stepping on a landmine
hang yourself
Friday, July 6, 2007
July 3rd - Lucky & Pozzo Retrospective
Timmy-two-hats here with a glance and a grimmace back on the first round of Lucky & Pozzo on Brady St. pre-fireworks.
By the end of the night when a soggy group composed of Rex, Kate, Ian and myself trudged into Rex's place, things had been fairly lucrative. It was a slow start, though not without highlights.
Even as Lucky, my aura of good-natured nice-guyness shines through. Thus, not only do I get to snuggle babies and kiss dogs, but I also get paid just to smile and look happy. Not once, but twice! Later my ass was bitten, but before that it was hung in the Roman Coin to the dubious enjoyment of some prick at the bar. Let us not judge the prick harshly though, he paid $5 to watch me flop on the floor with my nethers dangling in the air. Joke's on you smart-ass.
Backflips are such a popular request that Rex and I may learn how to do real ones. Perhaps the duo will perform at a local fitness center. Aside from that, Lucky me got to sing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (not by request, just as a nod to Ms. Lauper), speak a smattering of poor French and a bit of excellent German a la Sprockets. A couple people even donated their dollars with nary a request. I suppose that's all well and good but a master of the performing arts doesn't really want to be paid just for standing there brain dead.
Well, maybe he does.
He also is OK with being paid to masturbate on a crate in front of Rochambo. Best dollar earned ever!
Finally, Rex can summon the most brilliant lightning & thunder you bitches have ever seen! That's all for now.
By the end of the night when a soggy group composed of Rex, Kate, Ian and myself trudged into Rex's place, things had been fairly lucrative. It was a slow start, though not without highlights.
Even as Lucky, my aura of good-natured nice-guyness shines through. Thus, not only do I get to snuggle babies and kiss dogs, but I also get paid just to smile and look happy. Not once, but twice! Later my ass was bitten, but before that it was hung in the Roman Coin to the dubious enjoyment of some prick at the bar. Let us not judge the prick harshly though, he paid $5 to watch me flop on the floor with my nethers dangling in the air. Joke's on you smart-ass.
Backflips are such a popular request that Rex and I may learn how to do real ones. Perhaps the duo will perform at a local fitness center. Aside from that, Lucky me got to sing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (not by request, just as a nod to Ms. Lauper), speak a smattering of poor French and a bit of excellent German a la Sprockets. A couple people even donated their dollars with nary a request. I suppose that's all well and good but a master of the performing arts doesn't really want to be paid just for standing there brain dead.
Well, maybe he does.
He also is OK with being paid to masturbate on a crate in front of Rochambo. Best dollar earned ever!
Finally, Rex can summon the most brilliant lightning & thunder you bitches have ever seen! That's all for now.
July 5th- bayview, summerfest, jazz in the park.
Posted by R. Winsome.
Lucky and Pozzo went out again on thursday.
This time Rex Winsome played Pozzo (there's no way i was going to try and do lucky with my various forth of july induced injuries) and Kate Pleuss played Lucky. Our first female lucky. She played him as a man (so the shtick was still "this is lucky, HE'S a master of the performing arts) and with the too-big suit on, and the hat and hair-in-the-face people were sometimes fooled, othertimes confused about Lucky's gender. Susan Bischoff was the third and she drove us down to bayview because we haven't done any promotion for the show down there.
Bayview was unexpectedly dissappointing. Traffic was really light and people were generally confused, slow to respond and put-off. Made me glad i didn't end up moving down there. Fun requests? not really, a couple weird coincidences, two requests for the Ghettysburg Address and two renditions of Amazing Grace (first one was off the top of Kate's head when asked for a song, the second was specifically asked for) Oh yeah, there was a request for Lucky to crawl on his hands and feet accross Kinnicinic ave. Pozzo stopped traffic to keep it safe. We ran into Mark Buchardt driector of the Boulevard Theatre. He didn't even listen to the speil, got the referance, (yes, i've taken a high school theatre history class) started talking over us and then sarcastically dismissed us (it's all wrapped up in 401k's, sorry). What a dick. There were also these super lame gamer dorks who treated us like WE were geeks because we inturupted their D+D game to do street theatre. being looked down on by gamers was a low point in susan's life. Ran into two of Rex's high school teachers at Cafe Lulu, they managed to give us a dollar before we were kicked out.
Next stop was the summerfest gate. We parked a few blocks away, made a few bucks while walking from people who weren't going to summerfest and then took up position on one of the medians of the crosswalk by the art museum. Hundreds of people walked past. Not a single dollar. After ten minutes of failed begging, Susan and Ian went back for the car, a cop came over and told us we could beg ("you'll do anything for a dollar? Really? isn't that kind of... risky?" "oh don't worry officer, we don't do anything obscene or illegal, we find our way out of those kinds of things") but we couldn't do it on the median. We moved to a grassy area, dropped character and talked about how discouraging this crowd was. How these people reminded us just how much the east side is still a sheltered bohemian enclave and we're surrounded by millions and millions of dull boorish shitheads who won't do anything but stare and maybe laugh at street theatre performers, and didn't geekrock and grunge explode the whole idea of conformity and "coolness" in the 90s? How did it get so thoroughly re-entrenched so quickly?
While we moped, Susan and Ian created a new action on their way to the car. They became desitute russian actors begging for money to appease their opressive communist producer. something along the lines of: "My director, Rex Winsome, says that if i do not bring 15 dollar back he will beat me and rape me and send me back to old country in burlap sack. Thank you! Thank you jesus will not sodomize your children." This made some money. Ian was shocked: "if you need money, you can just ASK for it and some people will give it to you!" Susan is going to develop it further, costumes and what not.
Then we rolled over to Cathedral Square park and caught people loitering after Jazz in the Park. This was by far the most successful and fun part of the evening. Performances included: Tell me if that's a dude or a chick, I of course stayed in character and said Lucky is a man, and they then wanted to have an inspection, but didn't offer up the money for it. There was a drunk-as-fuck man who shouted angrily at us as soon as he saw us, but his friends were into it, so we performed through his tirades and insults. A few requests for magic tricks. Kate has a tendancy to perform at a distance. When she's thinking fast she must look to the horizon, cuz her solutions to sticky situations generally invovled walking 20 feet away. Then, the highlight of the evening: "here's a dollar, now lick my friend's balls"
There's actually a little backstory to this one so i'll go into detail. We walk up to the youngest group of people there and as i start the speil i realize one of them has something hanging out of the fly of his pants. something flesh colored. I give a quick glance without stopping the speil and, yes the young man is displaying his genetalia, only the scrotum and testicles. Kate does not notice this, which is probably fortunate as it turns out. We do a song for his freinds, he puts his balls back in his pants and sits down. Someone realizes that Pozzo looks a lot like his old friend from back in burlington's big brother. Someone else realizes that Lucky is being played by a female actor. This second person produces a dollar and tells lucky to lick the previously displayed balls. Kate does something i don't think i'd be able to do in the circumstances, and totally bluffs the guy. She walked right up to him and made a "i'm ready when you are" face. My little sister's friend protests: "wait guys, she might HAVE to do it, it might be part of the part that she HAS to! Stop!" Then the boy who was only moments ago proudly displaying his balls got totally uncomfortable, sat down, wouldn't even look at Kate and damn near crossed his legs. The original requester settled for a cartwheel replacement and we moved on.
Lucky and Pozzo went out again on thursday.
This time Rex Winsome played Pozzo (there's no way i was going to try and do lucky with my various forth of july induced injuries) and Kate Pleuss played Lucky. Our first female lucky. She played him as a man (so the shtick was still "this is lucky, HE'S a master of the performing arts) and with the too-big suit on, and the hat and hair-in-the-face people were sometimes fooled, othertimes confused about Lucky's gender. Susan Bischoff was the third and she drove us down to bayview because we haven't done any promotion for the show down there.
Bayview was unexpectedly dissappointing. Traffic was really light and people were generally confused, slow to respond and put-off. Made me glad i didn't end up moving down there. Fun requests? not really, a couple weird coincidences, two requests for the Ghettysburg Address and two renditions of Amazing Grace (first one was off the top of Kate's head when asked for a song, the second was specifically asked for) Oh yeah, there was a request for Lucky to crawl on his hands and feet accross Kinnicinic ave. Pozzo stopped traffic to keep it safe. We ran into Mark Buchardt driector of the Boulevard Theatre. He didn't even listen to the speil, got the referance, (yes, i've taken a high school theatre history class) started talking over us and then sarcastically dismissed us (it's all wrapped up in 401k's, sorry). What a dick. There were also these super lame gamer dorks who treated us like WE were geeks because we inturupted their D+D game to do street theatre. being looked down on by gamers was a low point in susan's life. Ran into two of Rex's high school teachers at Cafe Lulu, they managed to give us a dollar before we were kicked out.
Next stop was the summerfest gate. We parked a few blocks away, made a few bucks while walking from people who weren't going to summerfest and then took up position on one of the medians of the crosswalk by the art museum. Hundreds of people walked past. Not a single dollar. After ten minutes of failed begging, Susan and Ian went back for the car, a cop came over and told us we could beg ("you'll do anything for a dollar? Really? isn't that kind of... risky?" "oh don't worry officer, we don't do anything obscene or illegal, we find our way out of those kinds of things") but we couldn't do it on the median. We moved to a grassy area, dropped character and talked about how discouraging this crowd was. How these people reminded us just how much the east side is still a sheltered bohemian enclave and we're surrounded by millions and millions of dull boorish shitheads who won't do anything but stare and maybe laugh at street theatre performers, and didn't geekrock and grunge explode the whole idea of conformity and "coolness" in the 90s? How did it get so thoroughly re-entrenched so quickly?
While we moped, Susan and Ian created a new action on their way to the car. They became desitute russian actors begging for money to appease their opressive communist producer. something along the lines of: "My director, Rex Winsome, says that if i do not bring 15 dollar back he will beat me and rape me and send me back to old country in burlap sack. Thank you! Thank you jesus will not sodomize your children." This made some money. Ian was shocked: "if you need money, you can just ASK for it and some people will give it to you!" Susan is going to develop it further, costumes and what not.
Then we rolled over to Cathedral Square park and caught people loitering after Jazz in the Park. This was by far the most successful and fun part of the evening. Performances included: Tell me if that's a dude or a chick, I of course stayed in character and said Lucky is a man, and they then wanted to have an inspection, but didn't offer up the money for it. There was a drunk-as-fuck man who shouted angrily at us as soon as he saw us, but his friends were into it, so we performed through his tirades and insults. A few requests for magic tricks. Kate has a tendancy to perform at a distance. When she's thinking fast she must look to the horizon, cuz her solutions to sticky situations generally invovled walking 20 feet away. Then, the highlight of the evening: "here's a dollar, now lick my friend's balls"
There's actually a little backstory to this one so i'll go into detail. We walk up to the youngest group of people there and as i start the speil i realize one of them has something hanging out of the fly of his pants. something flesh colored. I give a quick glance without stopping the speil and, yes the young man is displaying his genetalia, only the scrotum and testicles. Kate does not notice this, which is probably fortunate as it turns out. We do a song for his freinds, he puts his balls back in his pants and sits down. Someone realizes that Pozzo looks a lot like his old friend from back in burlington's big brother. Someone else realizes that Lucky is being played by a female actor. This second person produces a dollar and tells lucky to lick the previously displayed balls. Kate does something i don't think i'd be able to do in the circumstances, and totally bluffs the guy. She walked right up to him and made a "i'm ready when you are" face. My little sister's friend protests: "wait guys, she might HAVE to do it, it might be part of the part that she HAS to! Stop!" Then the boy who was only moments ago proudly displaying his balls got totally uncomfortable, sat down, wouldn't even look at Kate and damn near crossed his legs. The original requester settled for a cartwheel replacement and we moved on.
July 3rd- Brady street and fireworks
Posted by R. Winsome.
Lucky and Pozzo hit the streets to raise a little extra awareness of Made in the Mouth and some extra funds.
Started off on brady around 4 or 5, Tim was Lucky, Rex was Pozzo. Ian and Kate were the thirds. I can't remember any specifically humorous or special requests, it was a generally successful brady street run, the weather was less than perfect so traffic was a little lighter than usual. Then we had an hour-long Alamo Basement Play in a Day tech meeting with Matt Richardson and hit the streets again.
Rex and Tim stripped down and switched costumes on the street, which was a nice way to get a little extra attention. So, this was the first time Rex played Lucky and the first time anyone but Rex played Pozzo. We walked down brady and then to the fields of people waiting for fireworks.
Things Lucky had to do: bite Pozzo's ass, play frisbee, jump up and down a lot, roll down the hill, roll back up the hill, a backflip (hurt myself), display the contents of the breifcase to a young woman, who insisted on taking home a few sexy Peter J Woods nudes, deal with a kid who must have been clinically insane. He got very excited, followed us a bit and then very very upset, to the point of near-violence when Lucky sang a long sustained high pitched note.
Peter J Woods showed up after a while and since Timmy and I was already rolling well with Lucky and Pozzo, and since Kate had run out of handouts, they started doing a autograph thing, which worked something like this: Kate approaches a group, chooses one as says, "you lucky dog, you are the one, guess what you get? A genuine signed Peter J Woods headshot". She takes out an unsigned flyer on cardstock and calls peter over. He says: "another adoring fan?" signs the picture, says: "don't bother me with this shit anymore, okay?" and walks off. Then Kate collects email addresses.
Lucky and Pozzo hit the streets to raise a little extra awareness of Made in the Mouth and some extra funds.
Started off on brady around 4 or 5, Tim was Lucky, Rex was Pozzo. Ian and Kate were the thirds. I can't remember any specifically humorous or special requests, it was a generally successful brady street run, the weather was less than perfect so traffic was a little lighter than usual. Then we had an hour-long Alamo Basement Play in a Day tech meeting with Matt Richardson and hit the streets again.
Rex and Tim stripped down and switched costumes on the street, which was a nice way to get a little extra attention. So, this was the first time Rex played Lucky and the first time anyone but Rex played Pozzo. We walked down brady and then to the fields of people waiting for fireworks.
Things Lucky had to do: bite Pozzo's ass, play frisbee, jump up and down a lot, roll down the hill, roll back up the hill, a backflip (hurt myself), display the contents of the breifcase to a young woman, who insisted on taking home a few sexy Peter J Woods nudes, deal with a kid who must have been clinically insane. He got very excited, followed us a bit and then very very upset, to the point of near-violence when Lucky sang a long sustained high pitched note.
Peter J Woods showed up after a while and since Timmy and I was already rolling well with Lucky and Pozzo, and since Kate had run out of handouts, they started doing a autograph thing, which worked something like this: Kate approaches a group, chooses one as says, "you lucky dog, you are the one, guess what you get? A genuine signed Peter J Woods headshot". She takes out an unsigned flyer on cardstock and calls peter over. He says: "another adoring fan?" signs the picture, says: "don't bother me with this shit anymore, okay?" and walks off. Then Kate collects email addresses.
Friday, June 22, 2007
June 21: Brady Street and Riverwest
Posted by R. Winsome.
Lucky and Pozzo hit Brady street performing amazing feats such as stand on your hands on this table, a song, a children's story as told by Christopher Walken, an irish jig, amuse my young boy by acting like a kitten, amuse my young boy by acting like a puppy, beg for a doggy biscuit, make out with my dog. Mr Tim Chrapko played Lucky for this outing, for some reason people want tim to do adorable things. They typically want Peter to do violent things. Explain this phenomenon!
Then we changed outfits and went to Riverwest to do previews of Made in the Mouth. This worked middling well, the audience reaction was mixed, but those who liked it liked it enough to give us wads of cash. We need to do it a bit later at bars or a bit earlier at cafes, or maybe just on a better day.
There was a general lack of people on the street all day (compared with Tuesday anyway).
Lucky and Pozzo hit Brady street performing amazing feats such as stand on your hands on this table, a song, a children's story as told by Christopher Walken, an irish jig, amuse my young boy by acting like a kitten, amuse my young boy by acting like a puppy, beg for a doggy biscuit, make out with my dog. Mr Tim Chrapko played Lucky for this outing, for some reason people want tim to do adorable things. They typically want Peter to do violent things. Explain this phenomenon!
Then we changed outfits and went to Riverwest to do previews of Made in the Mouth. This worked middling well, the audience reaction was mixed, but those who liked it liked it enough to give us wads of cash. We need to do it a bit later at bars or a bit earlier at cafes, or maybe just on a better day.
There was a general lack of people on the street all day (compared with Tuesday anyway).
June 19: Brady Street
Posted by R. Winsome.
Lucky and Pozzo hit up Brady Street with feirce performances including: snort this whisky up your nose, do 10 push ups, strip, strip more, this time i wanna see the pants come off, climb that telephone pole, a poem, push the next bicyclist that goes by, chase a car down the street, an articulate rant against George W Bush, but no back flips for once.
Lucky and Pozzo hit up Brady Street with feirce performances including: snort this whisky up your nose, do 10 push ups, strip, strip more, this time i wanna see the pants come off, climb that telephone pole, a poem, push the next bicyclist that goes by, chase a car down the street, an articulate rant against George W Bush, but no back flips for once.
June 9: Pridefest and Locust Street Festival
Posted by R. Winsome.
On Sunday, after the Pink Banana TotallyGay show at Pridefest, Lucky and Pozzo hit the streets and raised some green for Made in the Mouth.
Highlights include:
"walk on your hands" - Lucky bent over and put his hands under his feet as he walked.
"punch him in the balls" - Lucky punched Pozzo, jab-style and stuck a bit high, hitting below the belt-buckle but above the cack. The crowd boo-ed. Pozzo adjusted Lucky's swing to an upper-cut into the crotch, resulting in a satisfactory pain in the testicles, and wincing in the audience.
"run the fuck on down there, all the way" - Lucky ran two blocks down locust street, leaving his hat behind, Pozzo put the hat on Tim the helper man (on top of his other hat, like Timmy-two-hats!) and made him be Lucky for a bit.
"chase that guy like you're a zombie"
"do your funniest thing" -Lucky told a terrible joke about chicken breasts in the style of bad stand up comedy. the requester was so dissappointed. the most disappointed requester ever.
"ride this unicycle" - here was the deal, a woman had a unicycle and if Lucky could ride it, then we'd get the dollar, if Lucky couldn't ride it, she'd give him a quick lesson and we'd pay her a dollar. He couldn't ride. we paid. She taught him a little. then she rode around us in circles, with Lucky's rope in her hand, creating more spectacle and more money for us. Everybody wins. I gave her my card, hopefully she emails me and wants to do street theatre with us.
"pantomime giving a spider monkey a reach-around" - This is one of those requests that Lucky doesn't understand. he thought maybe "reach around" meant putting your hand around the shoulders of your date in a movie theatre. He pantomimed this and made a "Dunsen Check's In" reference, which he is very proud of.
other bodily injuries:
Lucky hit Pozzo in the face.
Lucky fell on his head twice.
Lucky kicked Pozzo's ass.
Lucky fought with Pozzo.
Lucky pushed Pozzo off the crate.
Lucky did a number of backflips and a summersault over the suitcases.
Lucky did two head stands on pavement.
On Sunday, after the Pink Banana TotallyGay show at Pridefest, Lucky and Pozzo hit the streets and raised some green for Made in the Mouth.
Highlights include:
"walk on your hands" - Lucky bent over and put his hands under his feet as he walked.
"punch him in the balls" - Lucky punched Pozzo, jab-style and stuck a bit high, hitting below the belt-buckle but above the cack. The crowd boo-ed. Pozzo adjusted Lucky's swing to an upper-cut into the crotch, resulting in a satisfactory pain in the testicles, and wincing in the audience.
"run the fuck on down there, all the way" - Lucky ran two blocks down locust street, leaving his hat behind, Pozzo put the hat on Tim the helper man (on top of his other hat, like Timmy-two-hats!) and made him be Lucky for a bit.
"chase that guy like you're a zombie"
"do your funniest thing" -Lucky told a terrible joke about chicken breasts in the style of bad stand up comedy. the requester was so dissappointed. the most disappointed requester ever.
"ride this unicycle" - here was the deal, a woman had a unicycle and if Lucky could ride it, then we'd get the dollar, if Lucky couldn't ride it, she'd give him a quick lesson and we'd pay her a dollar. He couldn't ride. we paid. She taught him a little. then she rode around us in circles, with Lucky's rope in her hand, creating more spectacle and more money for us. Everybody wins. I gave her my card, hopefully she emails me and wants to do street theatre with us.
"pantomime giving a spider monkey a reach-around" - This is one of those requests that Lucky doesn't understand. he thought maybe "reach around" meant putting your hand around the shoulders of your date in a movie theatre. He pantomimed this and made a "Dunsen Check's In" reference, which he is very proud of.
other bodily injuries:
Lucky hit Pozzo in the face.
Lucky fell on his head twice.
Lucky kicked Pozzo's ass.
Lucky fought with Pozzo.
Lucky pushed Pozzo off the crate.
Lucky did a number of backflips and a summersault over the suitcases.
Lucky did two head stands on pavement.
Archive: Prior to 2007
9/23 Center Street Daze, Sept. 23 2006
“Insurgent Theatre special deals, today only! Deal #1: Your own play, $1. You name the characters and then watch us write, produce and perform your play before your very eyes! Deal #2 Touch a butt, $.25, you pay us!” We sold two communist T-shirts, and enough crappy renditions of Julius Cesar and ass grabbing to make back what the site cost us.
10/7+8 Riverwest Artwalk, Oct. 7+8 2006
The first appearance of our friends Lucky and Pozzo. They traveled through the community spreading good cheer and performance art. Highlights include: drink from a dog dish, strike his companion (Pozzo) , sing Broadway, rebel, climb a tree, and do unendurable back-flips. More Pictures!
10/14 East Side Underfoot, Oct. 14 2006
Lucky and Pozzo's second adventure at a Milwaukee festival. Highlights include: playing dead, juggling a suitcase, more back-flips, telling thinly veiled racist jokes in public, dancing to the customer's terrible harmonica playing.
10/18 MIFF Gala at MAM, Oct. 18 2006
Lucky and Pozzo thought the Milwaukee Art Museum would be a good place for Lucky's performance art mastery. It is and art museum. The Gala party for the Milwaukee International Film Festival seemed like a good excuse for dozens of potential customers to be collected in the space. Highlights include: walking in without paying, dancing, being kicked out, Pozzo's complaint, sent to the offensive woman who kicked him out.
“Insurgent Theatre special deals, today only! Deal #1: Your own play, $1. You name the characters and then watch us write, produce and perform your play before your very eyes! Deal #2 Touch a butt, $.25, you pay us!” We sold two communist T-shirts, and enough crappy renditions of Julius Cesar and ass grabbing to make back what the site cost us.
10/7+8 Riverwest Artwalk, Oct. 7+8 2006
The first appearance of our friends Lucky and Pozzo. They traveled through the community spreading good cheer and performance art. Highlights include: drink from a dog dish, strike his companion (Pozzo) , sing Broadway, rebel, climb a tree, and do unendurable back-flips. More Pictures!
10/14 East Side Underfoot, Oct. 14 2006
Lucky and Pozzo's second adventure at a Milwaukee festival. Highlights include: playing dead, juggling a suitcase, more back-flips, telling thinly veiled racist jokes in public, dancing to the customer's terrible harmonica playing.
10/18 MIFF Gala at MAM, Oct. 18 2006
Lucky and Pozzo thought the Milwaukee Art Museum would be a good place for Lucky's performance art mastery. It is and art museum. The Gala party for the Milwaukee International Film Festival seemed like a good excuse for dozens of potential customers to be collected in the space. Highlights include: walking in without paying, dancing, being kicked out, Pozzo's complaint, sent to the offensive woman who kicked him out.
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