PZ Myers. 2004 May 04. Things are different in New York. <http://pharyngula.org/index/weblog/things_are_different_in_new_york/>. Accessed 2008 Dec 04.
Posted on M00o93H7pQ09L8X1t49cHY01Z5j4TT91fGfr on Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Things are different in New York
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?
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I wouldn't put it past them to know polkas, PZ. They seem like they'd adapt pretty easily, and they are happy and eager to please.
I'm thinking your town might have a bit of trouble with the horns. If not the fact that they're, like, blue and striped. - For the strong of heart - we've had some curious visitors from these parts - our small and, er, tasteful photo gallery of ThEnigma and the winsome Katzen is now posted: you can link via the entry that PZ refers you to, or travel straight to the sights with a single click.
- I can imagine my Swedish/Norwegian grandmother saying "uff-da" and "nehmen...!" if she were to see those things.