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Wednesday, May 18, 2011
By Paul Ford
So in 1993, BoingBoing tells us, a group called Mondo Vanilli made an art-prank album on Trent Reznor's Nothing label, but it was not released until now. The members of the group were “RU Sirius, founder of Mondo 2000 magazine, composer Scrappi DuChamp, and performance artist Simone Third Arm.”
After listening to a few songs (the album itself sounds a great deal like Meat Beat Manifesto) I decided to find out more about Simone Third Arm and found this article from 1995. It opens with a skink voiding on Simone's chest. Then:
Fortunately, cleaning up piss and poop is nothing new for Simone. It is her business. For the past eight years, her performance art and videos have featured the timeless, classic elements of urine and feces--peeing into buckets, shooting cranberry enemas onto a canvas. Somebody's got to do it.
The only clue to her bizarre trade in the apartment, however, is a toilet seat mounted on the wall, with stirrups wired on either side. On a shelf, another toilet seat boasts circuit boards glued all over it.
“That's the commodem,” says Simone.
Emphasis added; also, oh no. And that is where the trail ends. I had two thoughts: (1) It's really good to have an “art name,” like “Third Arm,” especially if you ever plan to date online or deal with general population; and (2) How do you make a living when your poo art days are over? Like if you are going, perhaps gently, perhaps not, into your early thirties, followed by your middle-early thirties, then your middle thirties, early-later thirties, and finally later thirties? (People really slice up their thirties even though younger people don't care and older people just laugh.) Then I remembembered: You work as a project manager at a web development firm. I've met a lot of people who recognize in me a certain comfort level with weird personal histories and say things like, hah, yes, I used to work in blood porn, and I say, let's keep going with these wireframes.
Actually no I totally don't; I go, let's talk about that.