Peachy has no voice in his head. This is the shocking thing that he disclosed at the place where he lives when I went there to interview him about his work as a text and image entertainment next week in the location that I put below.
First I will set the scene:
Peachy, in a dressing gown, quite the Noel Coward, was lying with his entourage of other, more impressionable, forms of entertainment on a sofa at his place in the feudal woods where people believe just about anything. He affected languidness but I’m afraid it cut no fudge with me insofar as I had learned that to anthropomorphise him is to invite trouble in aces and spades.
“So, Peachy,” I began, “what I’m looking for is a status update.”
True Stories Told Live, an ingenue on the short form scene, adjusted her capacious gown. Peachy placed his underdeveloped arm on her shoulder. Without, boars were snuffling and, off and up in the high forest, cattle lowed.
“I used to have this thing where when you had a thought it was like a voice in your head and I thought is there a mouth in there is anything moving isn’ t that a bit weird is my tongue moving very slightly when I think I mean how can you have a voice there you must have ears in there but have scientists said ‘Yes we have found the ears that people have been wondering about at last they are small but definitely in the head now it’s just a matter of getting in then cutting them out and seeing if you can still hear the voice and frankly if you can then it’s all a bit too weird we’d ideally do it on dogs or some such first but we have no evidence that they hear anything in the head in the particular sense to which we are meaning’? Well, no. Scientists haven’t.”
Peachy looked a bit spooked. I took advantage of this, having read Naomi Klein’s ‘Shock Doctrine’, by giving him the map references necessary (he has GPS) to place him in Toynbee Studios at 7.30 pm next Thursday November 25th for Season Four, Part Two of David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites (I am David) which are like this:
David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites
The projector projects 20 images for precisely 20 seconds each. The Coocheur (or Presenter) speaks for precisely twenty seconds per image. Randomness is discouraged but narrative linearity is not automatically esteemed.
David Gale, having launched a nationwide performance must-have, continues to curate this series of Peachy Coochy events at ArtsAdmin’s stylish yet reassuring Bar. Each event features sixCoocheurs, or Presenters, drawn from many walks of life. Each Coocheur will compose a verbal response to 20 images of their choice. Each presentation lasts 6 minutes and 40 seconds. There will be gaps between presentations for drinking and light conversation.
David, something of a Black Belt in these matters, will both compere and present the assortment that strains against the cellophane yet knows no tin.
A man came up in the street enthusiastically:
‘I am going to tell people about what you do.’
Peachy Coochy Nites subscribes to the the National Belief System and is therefore committed to the provision of a wide range of contributors such as the raconteur, the bon viveur, the flaneur, the short order cook, the tall teller, the accumulator, the bettor, the wearer of worsted, the fabricator, the sufferer from capgras syndrome wherein a person holds a delusion that a friend, spouse, parent, or other close family member has been replaced by an identical-looking impostor.
The next Peachy Coochy Nite will be held, as usual, in the Bar at Toynbee Studios on Thursday November 25th at 7.30 pm. Tickets =A35.00. Booking advised but walk up welcome.
more details here:
and a map here:
The Guardian catches some cooch:
Some of you, pleased by the Nite, may wish to compose your own presentations. See me afterwards.
The Nites will run on the last Thursday of each month. You will be notified.
all the best