Still tapping to an unknown rhythm
Last night... something occurred to me. Something important.
POW stands, sits again.
Important? I better sit down for this.
POW positions himself, facing HONUS, prepared and ready for something.
It wasn’t a dream. It was a revelation, although it felt like a dream as soon as I woke up and I realized it was different than a dream, more like a glimpse into the...into...
Inside a fall.
That is important. We need to paint our faces. Doesn’t everyone need to paint their face?
In light of this news. Yes, I believe we need to. In fact, it may be a matter of life --
and death...don’t forget death. It gets a bad rap. And nothing. "Nothing is everything."
In a very high voice
Deeeeeeaaaaaath! I say do it....d-d-d-d-d-do it!
That’s it. It was about life and death, but less about death, more about the end of life as we know it... something important about the end of life.
POW, T. MOTH, CHANG and JEFFERSON begin to put war paint on their faces. Soon, they are all looking each other over, making scary faces.
Looks at HONUS HONUS and turns to the others
He’s absorbed. Eaten by piranhas. Koalas maybe. He’s too far gone.
Look at him. Pondering life... What a waste!
It was meant for all of us, this message, not just me. It is bigger than just me.
Hits a drum hard
Bigger than this!?!
Hits a metal pot
Stands up, jumps, sits down
Bigger than anything you can imagine!
Infinity. If you imagine infinity then your brain begins to unravel like a dropped ball of string. Only the string accelerates towards a… towards something... where is it going?
Nowhere. It goes nowhere, it just keeps getting longer, an endless string, imagine...
Towards the event!!!! The Event Horizon!
It was hurtling towards this event horizon, this thing.
And we were hurtling with it. "Anything that's anything becomes nothing. That's everything."
The men still sit, pondering the meaning of the dream. HONUS picks up a bowl full of silver spoons and slams them to the floor with a loud crash. He then begins singing about a picnic: "I'll trip a life fandango / I'll dangle from your elbow / It's how you envelop me / between chaos and beauty…"
If a string were stretched to infinite proportions than what about a hot dog?
An endless hot dog of infinite proportions!
A GOD dog!
You all forgot the meaning of this thing. Get back to the start or else you will lose the string. HONUS, don’t let them lose the string of it, man. "Only time will tell."
I want the string inside. That’s what it meant... that the string led to something inside.
HONUS dangles keys ominously in front of the audience, then collapses on the floor in a heap.
Be careful HONUS. We have to respect the readers.
They all pause and look skyward. CHANG begins to bang on the copper pot while playing the flute as if he has four arms, while POW POW hits his drum with quickening intensity, and HONUS begins to rock back and forth as he plays his synthesizer. From the wings of the stage two other men, COUGAR and BLANCO, appear like ghosts waving horns in the air before blowing them with furious abandon.
For the listeners!
For the dancers!
For the people!!!!
The band continues through its set, playing and jumping, dancing, screaming, inciting. From the mists comes the audience, first one then others, leaning against the stage, moving heads in unison to primeval knocks and synchronized wails and a deep rolling Waits-like tenor led by HONUS and peppered with the screeches of terror and surprise and release. The sounds of a thousand kazoos with saxophone accompaniment rise into the air. A circus atmosphere abounds and confetti flies into sweaty young faces, sticking to beards and wild hair. It is a well-orchestrated orgy of perverted sounds. And when it is over, the audience is left standing there, waiting for more.
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