Last Saturday a trio of hardcore Craft Cartel muck-around-ers, Kiki Ando, Hannah Raisin and myself, banded together to form live arrt/craft/improv group, Birdie Fizzle. The loose idea was to style ourselves as a kind of interpretive dance troupe (only messier and wankier) and create sculpture in response to live music. The first live music gig we played with was Peaches DJ set at Roxanne Parlour and oh my fuck it was fun.
Photos will follow (surely someone has some…?) but basically we built a giant bubble out of plastic sheets and sticky tape which was held aloft by a small fan. We then sat inside and started to fill the bubble with smaller bubbles of condoms and surgical gloves (might sound naff but was actually awesome - trust). When Peaches started to play we went manic with spray bottles filled with paint until the entire bubble and everything and everyone in it was covered and we were slip sliding around the floor and walls. It was how I could imagine the mud of Woodstock might have been only multi-coloured and highly toxic. Eventually a bogan reveller ripped a hole in the bubble and it all came crashing down but we danced on regardless and then (and this is the best bit) we got asked to jump up on stage and dance with Peaches.
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Later on I felt compelled to tell Peaches that we weren’t actually, you know, ‘real’ dancers (in case she was severely mentally impaired and had failed to realise this). She very sweetly assured us that this is why we were good and that the large heckling person at the side of the stage was a sign we were “doing something right”. She then declared that our style was “Geek Spaz”. Ah, happiness. I’m going to get ‘Birdie Fizzle = Geek Spaz’ t-shirts into production immediately.
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If you want Birdie Fizzle to spaz your next festival or gig in exchange for champagne and lolly riders and those dog-tag backstage passes that make us feel so special, drop us a line.
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