on friday the collaberative installation exhibition i did with rolly and guybrush opened. it was an overwhelming success. so many people showed up, and the performance that we were oh-so-very unprepaired for went off.

the show's called SOUNDFUCKER, it's a sound/video/sculptural installation. we came up with the idea one night on the piss to do an installation based around the idea of electro-shock-theoripy, and this fictional story we made up about a dood who flips and stabs his pregnant wife and is chucked in an insane asilmn and gets electro-convulsion-theoripy and it kills him.

we got this chair, and put straps on the arms and footrests. and atached all this electronic shit to it, looks pretty sadistic. made a clusterfuck of a soundtrack, did some projections. ect, pitures and clips up soon. we also did a a performance at the opening which i'll get 2 in a bit.

on friday we were stressed/sick of eachother/allmost finished. got it all sorted with half an hour till the opening, when people started to trickle in.

booze situation; sponcorship from t42 provided us with 3 crates of battery acid house wine, our friend casper gave us 100 dollars in exchange for a stack fliers for his business and us 3 (broke as all shit) chucked in for 2 crates of cascade draught.

fuckloads of people showed up too, the great thing was the crew that showed up wasn't the usual art school crew, it was all our mates, and some of the usual art school crew. making for a completely different and definatly better and less pretentious vibe. also one of my favourite bands where down from sydney, SYDNEY CITY TRASH, and they showed up too which was realy awsome.

PERFROMANCE;
first of all i'd like to say that we never got a chance to rehurse, so it was realy haphazard.
beer went very quick as did the food. it started to fade out a little and we realised we had to, the performers, me and guybrush where both pissed, with out warning decided to start, guy went around the corner and put on his fetish gas mask, rolly bailed on the performance so i had to find someone else. who better than mitch from SYDNEY CITY TRASH! mitch was all like "what, what, what do i do, yeah, what, er ok, oh i get it" (mitch was realy confused).
the idea was to drag guy into the space and strap him into the chairm, give him the bass guitar, and i would fuck around with my pedals and loops. dint exactly go to plan. i told guy to do everything in his power to squirm out of it, unfortunatly for guy it was nowhere near enough, and we where a little too brutal. unannounced we violently grabbed guy by the arms and started draging him, some folk bought their dog (german shepard), the dog saw this and absalutly freaked out, started barking at us, i was a bit worried it would attack. it didn't. but it definatly added to it. as we dragged him through a large group of people, the people where shocked and didn't realise it was part of the performance, and took it seriously. guy hit his head on the way through, and as he was in no position to do anything he had a panic attack and i thought he was acting, i copped a fair bump on the way through too, clearly it was allready out of hand.
we strapped guy in, it was i real uphill slog too. guy was pretty much in a fit at this point, handed him the bass guitar and i manned the pedals. he was struggling and screaming and bashing the bass guitar, thrashing about and headbutting the bass guitar. there was a moment where i was woundering weather he was acting or realy actualy freaking out and terrified. with the brutal noise we where making it couldn't have helped. that went on for about 15 minutes, some folks walked out in discuss. most where pretty shocked. i unstrapped guy and he desperatly clambered out of the chair, by then it was pretty obvious that he wasn't acting.

headed outside, Guy's pacing about like a loon, drinking and swearing and seating, looks like he's scene a ghost. i ask him if he was allight, he clearly wasn't. he told me that he had had a panic attack, and was feaking out the whole time, and because he was panicing he couldn't free himself because he couldn't think. he told me he hit his head real hard on the way in, and was completely powerless and couldn't struggle out of it, he told me how his pearsing was digging into him. he was clearly pretty traumertised by the whole thing. adrenline was pumping through him. and he was so fucking drunk it wasn't funny. i can't help but feel guilty and a little ashamed of myself for putting him through that. but Guy was overwhelmingly prowd of how the whole thing went down in spite of his plite. he was pretty much over the moon.

i guess the sencerity of it all realy hit home, and that's probitbly why it was so successfull.