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SHOWCASE II: Joe Bussiere
Joe Bussiere stares at the camera wearing sunglasses. Few see the need to wear sunglasses indoors where lighting can be easily adjusted. Sunglasses protect Joe Bussiere from the camera’s evil glare. Millions of individuals have gotten their souls stolen right under their noses because of the camera. Thankfully Joe Bussiere opts for the sunglasses to protect his soul rather than the less attractive ‘nose plug’ option.
Whilst looking at the camera with a vaguely longing gaze Joe Bussiere recalls a time he watched porn with a couple of friends. Pornography brings people together. Creator of the internet, pornography has branched out into other every more intricate genre like social media, blogging, and even instant messaging. Death metal is a great soundtrack for any porn. At the very end of his story of his porn-viewing days Joe Bussiere smiles an evil wicked smile. That’s when the music starts.
Unfortunately Joe Bussiere loses his sunglasses. Fortunately he retains the mustache as he talks about music. There is never enough music. There can always be more. Here Joe Bussiere states something quite dubious: “You can’t get arrested for not liking techno.” Sadly this is untrue. In certain parts of the world where robots have been living for years, techno is the only thing they are allowed to hear. Daft Punk is simply the beginning of the robot-techno industrial complex. Other robot-techno complexes are being created but with far less successful results (such as ‘Basement Jaxx’ or the obvious robot band ‘The Human League’).
A poem is in the works to help Joe Bussiere combat the negative vibes being thrown at techno. Such a poem would certainly help techno’s PR problem in the United States. Currently techno is lumped together with such other ‘foreign’ things in the United States like soccer or universal healthcare. The United States is losing the international techno race. Joe Bussiere might be one of America’s greatest assets for techno. Right after his desire to write a poem he ponders law enforcement’s interest in poetry. No member of law enforcement is documented as enjoying Flarf. An arrested poet certainly attests to such a lack of interest.
Making an entire life a song requires more than a Casio keyboard, Casiotone for the Painfully Alone excluded. Life needs faith. Hope is another part of any life usually that driving bass keeping the life moving forward. By the very end of Joe Bussiere’s speech he states that he makes music for the money and for the girls. Triumphant music blares revealing the phrase ‘Never Give Up Hope!’
SHOWCASE I: Sophia Tragash and Grannell Knox
Sophia Tragash and Grannell Knox hit the mean New York streets. Thanks to the streets inanimate status the streets do not hit back. With so many feet oppressing them the streets have no choice but to simply take the abuse. New York City is well known for its streets that long ago were paved with gold before gold prices went up. Unfortunately now the New York City streets are made with what every city street is made of: pavement, concrete, and generous amounts of chewing gum neatly embedded.
Grannell Knox wears his raccoon hat at night. Raccoons are not afraid of people. Strangely despite Grannell Knox’s extreme raccoon garb no raccoon bothers to mate with him. Probably this has to do with the season where raccoons try to stay in to keep warm. Making tea and soup the raccoons await the coming of spring. For now the raccoons rest underground coming out occasionally to eat only the finest trash humanity has to offer. Around New York City Mountains of trash are created every day. Due to this extreme trash wealth raccoons in New York City openly welcome humans into their communities. Only in New York City are there raccoons that prefer brie to cheddar. Luxury abounds in the great big New York City.
Lights surround the intrepid duo. They descend down fluorescent dreary staircases to end up in an aluminum tube typically referred to as a ‘subway’. Realities begin to trip over themselves. Raccoons are not afraid of people really enjoy this juxtaposition between recurrent realities. Pieces of previous events collide with other newer footage to create an entirely new experience that references itself endlessly. For a brief moment the camera focuses on Sophi Tragash’s noble efforts to draw before she too is taken away into another place. On a roof the two of them hang out waiting for the beat to drop. Nobody ever prepares themselves properly for the beat drop. Sophia Tragash and Grannell Knox have waited their whole life for the beat to drop. They are ready.
Things speed up. Vocals are distorted into delightful and insightful chirps. New York City always goes fast. Everything moves quickly trying to avoid sleep. Individuals move past the delightful duo trying to traverse their way through Chinatown and other parts of downtown Manhattan. Visually they suggest that art is all around. Like John Cage’s statement that art is around us, they live it bringing everything into their little filmable world.
SHOWCASE II: Joe Bussiere