Hat tip to Dr. B for this one...
Now first, I don't believe for one moment this guy is an actual wizard. His wand is far too short. But there is something magical in the dichotomy of how the spectacle clashes with Mr. Wizard's claims of how beautiful 'it' is. In the words of Faith No More:
It's in your face
But you can't grab it
What is it?
It's IT
Word.
Next, Dr. B pointed out the plaintive cries against police tyranny from the crowd. If only Jesus had such stalwarts back in the day. Dr. B insightfully asks: "Does the tasering of a combative naked guy at a music festival equate to the police riot at the 1968 Chicago Democratic Convention?" The only adjoinder I can offer is to point out the guy chastising the cops with "Freedom of speech, homes. Freedom of fuckin' speech."
Nudity is to speech as shit is to silverware, say I.
I guess it should also be noted that, while Naked Guy is always fun to see at any concert, he is always best seen from an absolute minimum distance of 20 paces. I wager real cash money (by fiat, not gold standard, natch) not a single one of these sympathetic souls wants Naked Guy dancing in their vicinity or moshing in the same pit when the music starts. Handshakes and water bottles aside, no one wants to know Naked Guy.
Finally, who was on the playbill at Coachella? Too many artists to count (>30 major & minor acts). Perry Farrell is apropos, as I suppose are the Ting Tings. But I didn't see Limp Bizket or Twiggy in the lineup. Anyways, after this episode the cops were probably looking for A Place to Bury Strangers...
In the words of Bernais to Count DeMonet:
"I don't like your cuffs, I don't like your cuffs. A man's cuffs
should be even with the tip of his 'pee-pee'. Yours hang all
the way down to your balls."
Think about it.
P.S. Henry Rollins - "spoken word artist". Really? I'd turn to drugs and try to shed my skin too.
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Actually, I read the reviews of the fest & apparently there were amazing sets by Yeah Yeah Yeahs (one of my current faves), The Cure, and M.I.A. Even Paul McCartney seems to have turned in a good performance, and Morrissey (gotta love that cranky mo) too, except that he kept yelling that the smell of burning flesh was making him ill. Meat is Murder, and Naked Wizard should know better than to parade his meat in front of the cops.
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