I am reminded of the first time Australian musician Lester Vat did his famous show Why Am I A Pie? (there’s audio and video there.) He got up on stage at a rock’n’roll pub—it was a “What Is Music?” weird noise festival, but no-one expected this—went up to the microphone, and for forty-five minutes, just repeated the words:
“Why … am I … a pie?” “Why … am I … a pie?” ”Why … am I … a pie?”
After fifteen minutes people didn’t even have the energy left to tell him to fuck off. By twenty minutes people were slamdancing to it.
I am reminded of the first time Australian musician Lester Vat did his famous show Why Am I A Pie? (there’s audio and video there.) He got up on stage at a rock’n’roll pub—it was a “What Is Music?” weird noise festival, but no-one expected this—went up to the microphone, and for forty-five minutes, just repeated the words:
“Why … am I … a pie?”
“Why … am I … a pie?”
”Why … am I … a pie?”
After fifteen minutes people didn’t even have the energy left to tell him to fuck off. By twenty minutes people were slamdancing to it.
Repetition. It’s powerful stuff.
Relevant.
After three minutes, I’d be out of the bar and telling the manager not to expect me back.
Correction: After I saw the sign, I’d realize that people have far too much time on their hands, and go home without setting foot in the bar.
That said, even the sort of people who go to such events probably have some limits.
Yes. It sounds like it takes them twenty minutes to start making the best of things.