Jeremiah Carroll, with his thoughtful use of shock and absurdity, has quickly become an uncomfortable favorite at Performance Art Night. Just last month using three brand new microwaves, a few cans of glade air freshener and a few small explosions he managed to clear the bar— yet as people flocked toward the exit holding their hands over their faces I heard multiple people say, “this is fucking awesome.” And it was. One of his most memorable pieces is pictured here. First Jeremiah opened up his computer to the crowd, his Facebook open, he welcomed the audience to do whatever they pleased with his online profile for the duration of his piece— and they did. His profile picture remained an awkward selfie of two audience members for the days to come. As his internet presence was manipulated he stood on stage and impressively pulled out one dead animal after another while leading the crowd in a macabre sing a long of Old McDonald had a Farm and blending pieces of their bodies in a blender. I won’t forget the visual of a rabbits leg bouncing and twitching before being consumed by the blades. Read what this artist has to say about his piece, it is truly is one of my favorite write ups ever. I suggest reading it aloud to your loved ones.
Hi. If you read every word of this, you will find an EASTER EGG hidden inside. Whenever I get a notification text from a nonhuman (e.g., CVS letting me know that my prescription is ready, T-Mobile sending me a temporary password, Amazon letting me know that my package has been shipped), I text back ideas in a comma-delimited list. One of those lists looked like this:
..., cylinder of black cats, dead animals, gasoline on a cookie sheet, ...
For the sake of brevity, I prepended and appended little ellipses to the paragraph above to indicate that there were other ideas surrounding the three aforementioned and I hope its reader appreciates the fact that the paragraph would have otherwise been much longer if not for those little ellipses. I'm not manic-depressive, but sometimes I can't sleep and get lots of ideas that I want to implement and then I text them into my phone to CVS or T-Mobile or Amazon and then I get all crestfallen and wonder why inspiration can't be scheduled. When my dad's dad wasn't dead, he gave me a Walking Liberty half dollar. I wedged it into an electrical socket and got the fuck shocked out of me. EASTER EGG. My best friend, Jatin, and I used to sing "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" at the tetherball pole. We would keep climbing the pole until we came. There was no ejaculate because we were too young. He didn't deserve to have his perineum blown to smithereens on Air India Flight 182. Online February 12, 2016 12:29:02 PM MST, I ordered a pigeon, a fetal pig, a dogfish shark, a turtle, a squid, a rabbit, a mink, and a bullfrog. The original idea was to set up a pet rescue booth at Notsuoh, but then I thought that idea was stupid. Then the idea changed to set up a dunking booth at Notsuoh, but then I thought that idea was stupid. Then the idea changed to set up a petting zoo at Notsuoh, but then I thought that idea was stupid. I was on my kitchen floor with a box of dead animals and a bunch of stupid ideas. And that's when the ideal idea hit me: I would rip off Jim Carrey! You know that movie where he dies of lung cancer and he sings that song "oh the cow goes moo and the dog goes woof and the cat goes meow..."? Still, I needed a way to blend my box of dead animals into the act. “I got it!” I shouted. I shouted, “I will tether my laptop to my T-Mobile phone and let people have unfettered access to my Facebook account as I sing 'Old MacDonald Had a Farm' while blending animals into the act!” and sprung myself from the floor.
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