tons of blethers if you want them with credits where they're due.
the bold will link you to an impression of the show's visuals w/ miniscule clip of the soundtrack if you're lucky:
Dislodge of the Mid-diluvian Order of the Buffaloes
this one gets a whole site of it's own: leave your burdens behind.net
if never get chance to do anything bigger, better or at least for more than 10 people
then the achievement of the buffalo show is what'll most treasure of my carry-on career
a 'kidnap' of willing victims: clipboarded recruiters [Bla & Mercy]
summoned porters w/ walkie talkies after taking details from clubbers
who were strapped onto articulated stretchers, blindfolded, carried
through the venue to a destination unknown where a complete false room
was constructed with utterly improbable perspectives but which 'worked'
from the horizontal position in which they were rotated once the gas
had been administered & the blindfold removed for their personal
attentions by the Futurist master his Krankenschwesters within
a disconcerting environment of looming mechanized hospital innards.The
blindfold was then reinstated and the porters [our Bud, Kneel, Murray, Tony
-wigs off to them] would carry the disorientatee back to whence they'd
come without the slightest possibility of divining where they'd been.
this was spotov's first ever show, a collaboration w/diesel
5 old school reel-to-reelers [Diesel, Lea, Murray- drumslut extraordinaire, Dion + Dave of Forkeye] identimasked & armed w/ knives to satisfy management fire safety stipulations, in separate polythene clad booths over sanitized
the black walled dim/low lit chillout room of an anarcho vegan techno
club [Sativa] first white sheeted then clingfilmed a polythene labyrinth erected
of enclosures waiting room suggestive all the chairs shrunk wrapped beef
livers pig ear bouquet locusts in the mixing box
gave one person a whitey everyone had the experience etched in their memory
of clubbing history
‘it was so
light we couldn't skin up’
tunnelslast ever night in the old Bongo Club, Edinburgh 2005
a spotov&verity mayhem project - labyrinthine tunnel complex going thru brick walls cartoon style offering peephole views onto installations from micro to macro
cardboard tunnels originally poly's idea as death tribute to her pet rat
simultaneously spotov hankering for ambitious buiding-sized project in New St Studios where a 3 foot deep cavity ran under the floors in one studio corridor and plenty of useable tho non weight bearing space above the ceilings all the length of the building
with the eventual eviction notice our moment had come -
asked all artists in the building if they'd care to exhibit whatever & however they wanted in their studios w/ ultimate fantasy possibilities for audience positioning control, poking head up through the floor, angled windows onto their space etc
disappointingly, only one [Mac] was up for it, tho some pals from elsewhere came to play
ARTISTS ARE RUBBISH
entire epic operation had to be done by stealth because even though the building was doomed to be demolished, doubted we'd get permission to make holes in the walls
so it was a clandestine race against demolition, working only at night, drilling or slicing holes into the already vacated but padlocked studios, then constructing walls, ramps, ladders to get from one to the next.
intended access was up a ladder from the dancefloor in the club below Sparky drilled unremittingly for 5 or 6hrs through the concrete floor &
'd just glimpsed light
when we were busted by the aggressive car park security staff
so had to be content with the punters crawling in through a wee cupboard to the labyrinth they could not so easily get out of
the band playing in Mac's bit could only be viewed from the peepholes in the wank booths accessed by 20 minutes of dedicated crawling
sadly for spotov with so much construction labour to be done there not enough time to obsess on details sections of vibrating floor and some miniature mouse scenes but this fantasy knows no limits and well worth developing not necessarily bigger but better
mouse operating room
No Beer No Bags No Fags rules , broken by girl wheeling a samsonite bag of all indignities. way too tall for allocated crawl space she managed to wreck substantial parts of the cardboard section before ANY photographs had been taken [anycase quite trickily dark]
so there are only a few of the actual tunnels
but plentiful glimpses of the holemakers at the very start of the tunnelling process here
this one gets a whole site of it's own: leave your burdens behind.net
a 'kidnap' of willing victims:
