Meet Chicken John -- Do What He Says?

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San Francisco is famous for lots of things: Coit Tower, some bridge, Happy Meals. And once every couple of years, San Francisco is famous inside itself for a man who goes by Chicken John. This cantankerous weirdo calls himself a "showman," which media outlets continue to repeat even though it has no meaning, because how else to describe him? He once
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ringleaded a traveling circus, he thinks he started Burning Man, he doesn't even bother to hide the fact that he's a con man, and his campaign for mayor almost got him arrested. More than anything, though, Chicken John will not, cannot, and never will stop mouthing off. He's loud in person and -- importantly -- idiot-savantishly hysterical in print. He can spell but won't, uses all caps in thoughtless ways, and wants something. What he wants is rarely clear, probably even to him, but confusion never slows him down. In these posts, expect unintelligible ranting and little else, supposedly on the subject of local art and culture. Feel free to respond in kind. We've titled these contributions to reflect the only thing we're sure he can't do; please don't give him any money. [-Hiya Swanhuyser]

Advertising Is Pollution

I had an idea once. About billboards. I get insulted easily. So, for me, these quirky smarty pants ads that we get here in SF annoy me. So I has this idea, see... we could start a group of people who detest billboard advertising. And pool our money, buy all the billboards and put shitty art on them instead. I worked it out. It would cost 40,000 of us $40 a month. To me, there is nothing more inspiring than shitty art. To be constantly reminded that you can do better. $40 a month... that's what you pay to not go to the gym... or half as much as these overpriced underground restaurants that pretend to serve foraged food. Isn't that the world you wanna live in? It got me thinking... that I would be more inclined to buy something if I had never heard of the brand. Like, if I see it on the shelf and that particular brand hadn't polluted my vision as of yet. Sure. I'd buy that one. Hell, I'd even pay more. I will pay more for a laundry soap that doesn't' work as good that I've never heard of. But it's not really about money... it's about having or doing something that everyone else isn't having. Or doing. These little magical things that simply... do... not... scale. You can't ramp them up. They can't be mass produced. Like what? You want examples? OK. How about the Audium.

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The Audium
Started in 1965 by composer Stan Shaff and equipment designer Doug McEachern. It's $15. Shows are only on Friday and Saturday. You have to be there on time, they lock the door. The room fits 50 people or so. There are chairs arranged in a semi circle. There are like 180 speakers arranged around the room. After a short speech, they turn off all the lights and you listen (in pitch darkness in a room full of strangers). That's it. You listen. There is no texting, no going to the bathroom. No nothing. Your senses all dissolve into one. And the composition is fantastic. But if you put 50 of these things around the country, 49 of them would probably fail. Ya only need one Audium. Mac is gonna make 80 brazilian i-pads in the next hour. This week the Audium will be lucky to get 50 people to show up to their yada yada. Why am I talking about the Audium now, of all times? I like to go there when it's raining out.

Here is my recommendation: go for a long walk ending at 1616 Bush street at 8:15 on a rainy Friday or Saturday evening. Bring a friend. Or your mom. Or my mom. Listen to the program. Leave the theatre and go find 100 different ways to listen to rain. Get drunk. Deface a billboard.

And also, on a totally other subject about what you should do, what was the formula Malcolm Gladwell used? 10,000 hours? If you put the time in, you're an expert. Kinda puts a chill in the air. Like what if you put your 10 grand into being a bum or washing cars? Or being a chronic masturbator? The mind reels ... we're talking about experts today because in our society everyone who has access to the Internet is an expert on anything. From string theory to string cheese to string quartets; the machine will point you to all the information that other people have written down. But what if they're wrong? Misguided? Religious freaks? Plain evil? Or worse: What if they're pranksters looking to clothe you in the fool suit? People always say they're "environmentalists." As in, they're passionate about the "environment" - I've never understood it. Ecology, yes. You can love our ecology. But how can you love an environment? Well if ya wanna go see experts talk about our ecology, this Thursday you'll drive your car to the Grand Lake Theatre in Oakland and bear witness to a film by Rikki Ott called: Black Wave -- The Legacy of the Exxon Valdez


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Along with the film, there will be several experts talking about how bad an oil spill is with statistics they got off the Internet. Speaking that night you've got your basic whine-a-thon Berkeley lefty against all corporations except the one that wrote the title insurance on her 2 million dollar house, a local talk show host, a displaced girl from the gulf looking for attention, the lady who collected a million pounds of hair to sop up the oil in the gulf (who BP smeared) and the filmmaker who has a PhD in marine biology and has made a stunning array of films. This is the correct response to ecological disasters: make art. Make films, make shows, make noise. Songs, paintings, murals, pranks, and general drama playing out all possibilities to all ends. Seeing a film and then meeting the person who did nothing else for 4 years but make something it took you an hour to watch is a completely different experience than just watching the film.
 
This is a good show. This is what shows are supposed to be. Shows are supposed to elicit a reaction... an emotional reaction. If you go to this show, you should feel like a fraud. A hypocrite. Are you really doing enough? Are you committing to the politics of the world you wanna live in? Or are you like me, and just make fun of everyone? I'm an expert at making fun of people. The person who made that film is an expert on making that film. They put in their 10,000 hours. So what if they're a squishy liberal ... master craftspeople in all disciplines are to be appreciated.
 

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