Reading Pepper of the Earth, I find this...interesting...tale of a musical (?) event in New York.

ThEnigma has been playing with his sinus cavity all evening, sticking nails and electric drills up there, zipping a condom into his nostril and out his mouth, and vice versa. Now he snakes a thin plastic tube into his nostril, and down his throat, spooling in more and more until it reaches his stomach. He takes a big Windex bottle of blue fluid and pours it into a clear plastic drum and fastens the tube to the bottom. He fits a plunger into the top of the drum, and pumps the liquid directly into his belly. And then, with all that stuff gooing around in there, he plays a guitar solo. Whoa!

You know, I live in an itty-bitty rural town, population 5000, out in the corn and soybean fields of western Minnesota. I’m trying to imagine ThEnigma and his wife, Katzen, playing in our little coffee house sometime. There’d be a town-wide meltdown. We’d have letters of outrage and shock in the local paper for months.

It would be so cool.

I wonder if they know any polkas?