|
|
More
than ever in these repressive times we need to celebrate the
anarchic spirit in ourselves and in San Francisco, and that
spirit in art is no better represented anywhere but in the chaotic,
satiric, iconoclastic movement that sprang out of disgust with
the bourgeois, war-mongered mentality (sound familiar?) at the
other turn of the century : DADA (http://arthistory.about.com/cs/dad1/).
The seeds of DADA produced the ancestors we love the most: The
Surrealists, Jazz, Happenings, The Marx Brothers, The Situationists,
Zap Comix, Lawn Darts, Jeff Koons, Punk, the Yippies...
In
past years, to capacity crowds, we've had nudists, Doggie Diner
Pups, Extreme Elvis, the Reverend Howland Owl, and a Hugo Ball
Memorial Photo Booth. We covered the audience in string and
we reenacted the plague of locusts that nearly put an end to
the Mormons. Mother Nature peed into a globe of the world and
then held it dripping over her head while she sang about teaching
the world to sing in perfect harmony. We had a 30-piece Velcro
Symphony. Some guy on a unicycle kept singing about being normal
while a guy hit a bell on his head with a baseball bat. The
Devilettes kicked and shimmied to a DA-DA-DA beat. A spokesman
for the Yuppie Eradication Project told us some of the things
we SHOULD(N'T) do to mean landlords and gentrifiers and we made
time for a special look at mortality with Crime Scene Cleaners.
There's been wrestling, spanking, shitting, boning, crying,
parading, climaxing, strobing, pecking, throwing of baked beans,
and the world has ended several times.
Every
year we feature more than 25 weird acts, 20 astounding visual
artists, and 2 peculiar hosts (that's us: Blue and Katy). This
year we are particularly interested in performances that deal
with Sex and Death. We invite your participation.
When
they ask you what you want, say what we do: Everything
|