"I want to be bored all the time, i want to be one of a kind...i don't want to work, i'm broke, i don't want to work and i won't"
A musical adaptation of the multifaceted, facetious, ongoing project "How to Start a Revolution" written and performed by the artist together the musicians Tom Wu, Antenne Danger, Tagar and Manuela Rzytki, which deals with the romanticization and synaesthetic manipulation tactics entailed in depictions of revolution, rebellion, and recent history acted out by an ever same group of bored rebels. Facts are mixed with fiction, layers are built upon layers, translations occur to create scenarios that manipulate a viewer's perception of what was and is truly real. 2-D actors and scenarios mix with 3-D action going on onstage.The "How To Start A Revolution" project has thus far manifested itself in the form of arrests, archives, films, photographs, and songs. But now it is time for the ultimate grand romantic gesture: A MUSICAL – singing, dancing, screaming, and laughing at the question what time is it? It's a prophecy; it's a poetic pop spectacle.
Tom Wu: Drums, Percussion
Antenne Danger: Fake Grand Piano, Backing vocals
Tagar: Guitar, Annoying noises
Manuela Rzytki and Anna McCarthy: Vocals, Moves
Joe Masi: Sound
Anton Kaun: Lights
In Virtual Reality: Anthony McCarthy, Luzi, Frl.Milano, St.Anger, EatIt, Frl.Jablonski, Tagar, Antenne Danger and Sandra
MUSICAL excerpt listening here:
"As Coroner I must aver,
I thoroughly examined
her. And she's not only
merely dead, she's really
most sincerely dead."
"What ever happened to
The gang that I once knew?
The gang who said it'd be true
Oh, what happened to
The light I gave to you
What will I do with it now?"
"Well, that really is very interesting,
and in colour too.
But you wouldn't believe it if I didn't know better...
That that wasn't all!"
"He was a daddy long legs...
I got a book daddy,
I'm gonna kill you daddy,
if you don't stop daddy..."
"M: Could this be heaven daddy ?
A: I think you better watch out little
It looks like there's a storm a
brewing out yonder.
It's coming our way.
Look at dem doves fly.
You better grab your little doggy
and bring em inside, ya hear ?"
"Whatever you do, do not mix the colors"
"Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing.
For the love of one's country is a terrible thing."
"Gold is on the rise, the markets are white not black
Fresh meat from fat farmers for fresh faced youngsters.
Their look unto the world is a rose-tinted one
The wars going on on TV and the Internet are entertaining,
at most a burden.
Trips with a troll on cheap airlines are taken from time to time
Only to realise that home is the only place
where cheeks are rosy like your mama's tea cosy"
"Believing that you are bad,
you make everybody sad,
but you are a silly lad,
you dog gone hooligan...
Hooligan! Stay in your bed, hooligan
One onze a let, hooligan
will make your skin quill."
"Cos I just love your brain (...) "
"I got me a gun
and I don't know
how to use it
hold my hand,
close your eyes,
I will abuse it."
walking in the sand.
walking hand in hand..."
"I'm the leader of the gang I am..."
"They were glorious years
upon which I can look back at
with wonder, respect and awe
and tell my children and future
Rest Sweet Rest."
"A brief overview of these three past generations,
starting with the IRA, going on to Dylanesque hippie critiquey and ricochet
back atcha to the present day aka NOW all packed into one jammy folk song!
AS W/ CHIPS ..."
are no longer
in your country."
(Photos by Jörg Koopman, Reinhold Böh, Stefane Gruber, Yves Krier.....All images @ Anna McCarthy)