Here at Atomic Kazoo we strive to insure people are happy, annoyed, singin’ and clappin’, confused and amused.
“Why
are you guys doing this?”
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Intervention
#1
[David goes over the game plan] Action: Four “Iraqi Civilians” run into the Food Court, screaming facts and figures about civilian casualties, death counts, and bombings. They collapse on the floor, bloody and dead 3 U.S. Marines march into the room: “left, right, left right left, right.” They stand at the front of the room and reassure all the people eating lunch.
“Congratulations troops! We have seized the oil fields in Southern Iraq. Dick Chaney and the great corporate congolomerate, Haliburton, will be in to clean everything up soon. That means you can go back to driving your SUVs and eating your junk food comfortably.”
Two dudes got up real quick and almost spilled their drinks because they were startled. This other guy never even took his eyes off the TV in the back of the room. Can you say ZOMBIE???? Two girls never skipped a beat on their conversation. “So...like….totally…." |
Intervention
# 2
They scream, grab chairs, fight over them, grab notebooks and other shit, and then run out of the room. Chaos. A few seconds later, all of the “looters” are led back in, handcuffed, by three “U.S. Military Officials,” who parade them to the stage. The military officials give a speech about how the Iraqi people are “Free: Free to loot, plunder, rob, murder, and steal. We have come here to protect……the oil fields.”
Reactions: People were really freaking out because it was quite chaotic. As the looters
stormed in, some people got up and left the food court. |
Intervention
# 3
Purpose: It seems that people on the bus never talk to each other. It is a strange environment: you get in, sit down, shut up, and get off. We wanted to inject some life into this frigid ice cave, because it is ripe with opportunity for interaction, growth, creativity, performance. Rather than a black hole, we sought to make the bus into an interactive environment where freedom of expression reigned supreme, and complete strangers felt comfortable enough to talk with each other. We tried this exercise
several times over the course of the semester, with varying results.
Some people completely ignored us, or told us to shut the hell up. This
time, we had more success: people sang with us, talked, shared stories,
laughed, and even played guitar. Action: Before taking over the bus,
David changes clothes in the middle of UT campus, putting on overalls.
(He was wearing blue boxer shorts and a Jesus crown.) Shabnam, Mike, and David
enter the 40 acres bus, armed with a duffel bag full of props, a guitar,
a harmonica and a video camera. Inventory of Props:
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