Okay... I'm back. Two things:
- Stuie! Right on! I have a very simple idea whose time has come... I'll PM you. We'll talk... we'll have a meeting... I'll have my people call your people (wait a minute! I don't have any people!)
Tisha: A real apology if we bothered you with our drunken prattle Sunday morning, but it really was done out of love. So far, you are the only Women of the Four that I haven't made an ass of myself with. I genuinely wanted that opportunity. One more knee-in-the-nuts would give me a table setting for four, plus a nifty gift (a truss). And I really was trying to get through the phone to you.
Now, as for the manifesto: it is sheer crap with a heavy dose of bullshit, politics, greed, and more crap (of the equine variety). It is a ham handed attempt to grab some of the kitty (neither feline nor feminine genital regions here) and play with it. They should be ashamed of themselves.
IF they were genuinely passionate about the fucking art, they would just do it, and money be damned. Paid art is prostituted (no offence to Kristy, who I see as a genuine, loving, public servant who is about ten steps above any analyst I ever met!) and is lazy. Why was there bad art on the Playa this year? Because they were trying to do art for someone else instead of themselves. The best art comes from the soul, and if you are trying to fill the soul with the green instead of the vision, you've missed the fucking point.
I've done a shit load of theatre (a bunch!) and the best theatre I've done was for the love of it; the worst, for the money. I watched one theatre in my home town turn from a very good theatre to a very mediocre one. I did a version of
State Fair that was technically (in both the acting and the presentation) very good, but on the whole was mediocre,
because that is what makes money!! Jesus-in-a-fucking-jumpsuit, I hated that show. I felt like an absolute piece of shit.
I'M A FUCKING ARTIST, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING!!?? I was thinking about the money. Fuck me.... just 'fuck me'. (this belongs on the confession thread)
So, thanks for putting up with my rant. I'm very serious about it, and I feel it's time for the guerilla artists (or 'artistes') to make a comeback. After all, the spirit of Burning Man is not "What do you want me to do? (
*whimper, whimper*), it is simply
TO DO!
Could I get another single malt.... and maybe a Prozac? (I get sooooo excited... )
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer
