If you see the picture of the dude on the post above, it looks like he’s wiping some shit off his face…the assumption being spit.

My little post was a quip about how people – for the most part – in the mainstream don’t know too much about performance art, or don’t give a shit about it, or see it as a sort of stylized poverty format of entertainment that was pulled out of the collective bung-holes of Euro-fags.

That was the point I was making. As far as my opinion and taste, I like it – performance art; I feel it has value and believe if people gave it a chance (mainstreamers) they may come to appreciate it, also. I have a friend who does performance art; I’ve been to his shows and I’ve received value from the experience of his performance art and the value of other performers as well.

So, take a chill pill, Dean – Spit is actually of fan of Euro-fag Performance Art Shit!

And performance art is alive and well. Jackass was a huge TV and movie hit, and what was it? Performance art, basically, though more commercialized. Take those same dudes and put them in a gallery and you’ve got performance art.

And as for Haight-Ashbury, I take it you haven’t been there. There’s no real art scene. It’s all tie-dye t-shirts, stickerz, and skate punks with a few tourists on top. Unless you count the graffiti…maybe that counts as art.

My advice: keep that shit up in the Haight/Ashbury Section of SF or SF proper (with the exception of the financial district).

Or Perhaps, maybe part of the Performance Art show you put on had a dude spooging in your face (in the porn industry it’s called a “facial”).

Either way – Performance Art ain’t on main street’s antenna, so when they see a few euro-trash fags hangin’ out of doing whatever performance art schtick you they be doin’, the mainstream citizenry gets a bit freaked out and can’t compute/reconcile what they are seeing so they will get violent on your ass, vomit in front of you and their children, or have a semi-rage reaction of just plain ole’ spittin’ in your face as they walk on by holding their child’s hand, while telling little Johnny or Mary: “If you do that when you’re older I will disown you!”

Me: I love performance art, but unfortunately not many others do. Mr. Comedian dude with the Rod Stewart schnoz, Stick to dick, sex, and relationship jokes on stage, (IE: forget public displays of Performance Art) so the guy who brought his date can get her drunk with a few laughs in her. When they go back to his place she’ll give him a quick blowie as a wee token of appreciation for the cheap night of entertainment and drinks. While she continues to laugh right before the obligatory blow job, he’ll believe that you were that good on stage – and that she ain’t actually laughing at the pathetic small dick she’s about to stick in her mouth.

Stick to being a comedian; more tomatos maybe – but less spit.