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...things got silly. |
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The majority of all of my performance work has been involved with a character I call, "The Terror of Saint Stevens" -or TOAST for short. He is a cross between a vegetable salesman from the apocalypse and a fire and brimstone preacher. The voice I use for him is a raspy, yet deeply onimous voice that I can project somewhat well (people have told me that they heard me preaching on the street 100 yards or so away (yehehee (!) :). My speeches are often about obscure subjects that are nonsence in their heart, but hold a decernable messages that can only be deciphered through the shared experience of being a freak. They are akin to finding a bug in your food. Its auful really, but rather lucky when you think about it. |
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Me giving my "Cheese Of The Ages" speach at the 1804 lounge in Baker Center on September 4th, 1998. I am wearing my imported Spanish bullfighter's overcoat, holding a 3 lb chunk of cheese, and wearing my red-glow-in-the-dark eyes. |
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Me reading my poetry with my artwork in the background at a show at the Union Bar and Grill on October 22 2000. I am again, wearing my red-glow-in-the-dark eyes and I have my newly motorized giant copper gyroscope running in the background. I used my fog machine to create a field where the shadows from the 300 watt halogen lamp in the gyroscope would cast large shadows over the entire room. |
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