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No one has seen Kevin Evans for over 48 hours. According to a statement issues by a representative, Evans is in hiding because The Yes Men are in town to honor him for his book “Tales of the San Francisco Cacophony Society” – and he owes them money.
“Lots of money,” Evans’ statement said. “Put a dress on the Trans-America Pyramid for Valentine’s Day money.”
The statement indicated that if he goes anywhere near the Castro Theater tonight, where The Yes Men are headlining in Agents of Chaos, his life is as good as over.
“They threatened to satirize me viciously if I don’t pay up,” he said. “They could go on national TV claiming I’m a representative from an oil company here to make a statement about global warming. They have absolutely no conscience about that kind of thing.”
Reached for comment, a spokesman for the Yes Men said that he was French Premier Francois Hollande, and that he wanted to make amends for the colonialism of the French Fourth Republic. Read more ›
This is the book.
San Francisco used to be so much fun – whatever happened to all the fun people?
That’s a question asked by an SF Weekly column in this week’s issue, using the newly published history of the Cacophony Society … and our upcoming show … as inspiration.
“The Evolution of Trouble Making” is worth reading – especially for the Bradley Manning joke. Check it out here.
… BUT …
Don’t just check it out here. Also pick it up at the newsstand and take a look.
Why? Because … correct me if I’m wrong … but I think the print edition has a special message for us.
I could be wrong. But, seriously, take look and tell me.
This could be you!
Did you know that if you rent the Castro Theater for a show, you get to decide what they put up on the marquee?
It’s true. It can be anything you want. I’d say “within reason,” but, this is San Francisco – so reason need not apply.
Want to tell a joke? Commit a hate crime? Propose marriage? Tell the truth about 9/11? All options are on the table.
Pretty cool, huh?
We think so – and as it happens we’re renting the Castro Theater for a show this Friday. It’s called “Agents of Chaos,” and it will be epic. The Yes Men headlining, the Cacophony society being honored against its will, Ivan Stang from the Church of the Subgenius hosting … the likes will probably never come again. Read the full description here.
Since we’ve got the theater … we get to put up anything we want on the marquee, right?
YOU get to put up anything YOU want on the marquee.
The San Francisco Institute of Possibility has authorized its Executive Director, Chicken John Rinaldi, to sell the Castro Theater marquee for the day of our show to the highest bidder. At least, the highest bidder who also has the best idea. It’s not about money so much as that a bidding war makes it more hilarious.
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You’ve probably never heard of Stefan Zweig.
I only discovered him recently. He wrote this book, you see, back in 1942. An autobiography. It’s called The World of Yesterday.
All of a sudden, people out of nowhere were recommending it to me. An old college professor. A friend’s wife. My mom. My freaking mom asks me on the phone “Have you ever read Stefan Zweig’s autobiography?”
So I call up a local independent bookstore.
“Green Arcade books,” says the man on the other end of the phone. “How can I help you?”
“Yes, hi. I’m wondering if you have Stefan Zweig’s autobiography, The World of Yesterday?”
He responds immediately. “You’re JOKING!”
I give this some thought. “No, I’m pretty sure I’m not.”
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One of the many Vatican bars Carrie Galbraith has been banned from.
Vatican City, Vatican, May 23 – A spokesman for His Holiness Pope Francis confirmed today that the Pontiff will refuse to review “Tales of the San Francisco Cacophony Society.”
According to Father Federico Lombardi, the Pope will also refuse to provide a blurb for the book’s press tour, or to Tweet about it on the Vatican’s Twitter account.
“His Holiness Pope Francis does not endorse this book in any way, and frankly doesn’t see what’s so funny about gluing toasters to the side of buildings,” Father Lombardi said. “He prefers the sharp satire of a Mark Twain impersonator.”
The Pope’s refusal to read or promote the book is part of a long continuing feud between the Holy Father and former Cacophonist Carrie Galbraith, which began (according to sources in the Italian press) when he was Archbishop of Buenos Aires. In 1989 both Francis and Galbraith wore the same black frock and red sash to a Catholic Cabaret Party, leading to an embarrassment that the Archbishop called “devastating in the eyes of the Lord.”
Since that time His Holiness has written several poor Yelp reviews about Galbraith’s book art workshops.
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Any minute now you’ll mistake this for your mother.
The news that IBM’s supercomputer “Watson” will be put to use for business call centers got me thinking.
How is it that we’re so used to dealing with machines for everything in our daily lives? I get how everything got so automated so quickly, but how did we adjust to it so fast?
There’s a Cacophony style story about this in Chicken John’s “Book of the Is.” It goes like this:
I found a drivers license on Mission street one day. Just the license. From a guy in Santa Rosa, about 50 miles north of SF. I put it in my wallet, thinking I’d drop it in a mailbox. But then I had a better idea. I was doing a bus trip that night. I take people bowling after the Dr. Hal Show. I also was in possession of a robot suit. Arms like ventilation tubes. Silver box for a head. Totally stupid. We went bowling in Santa Rosa. At 2:00 AM, we went to this suburban neighborhood with my giant bus, suited Michelle up in the robot suit and sent her lumbering for his door. Knock knock. Knock knock.
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Someone here did something very funny.
Somewhere in the depths of the bureaucracy of the British Foreign Office, there sits a hero.
He is anonymous: we will likely never know his name. But he did something so brave, so bold, so honest, that it touches the heart of any true cacophonist.
This anonymous hero sent out a press release, to everyone in Great Britain, reminding its citizens that the Foreign Office cannot give them the contact information for Sir Paul McCartney’s wife.
It’s funny because it’s true.
“Over the last year, the FCO handled more than a million consular enquiries and supported some 52,135 British nationals in difficulty abroad,” this anonymous hero’s press release began. “However, our consular staff overseas continue to receive a number of enquiries that they simply cannot provide assistance for.”
He then lists some examples. These are all true. Read more ›
Your toasters aren’t safe
It’s one thing to climb the Golden Gate bridge in the 1980s, when America’s biggest concern was whether Rock ‘n Roll had gone too far; it’s quite another to climb it in the post-911 era, when only radical Muslims climb bridges.
The new Homeland Security regulations, as well as other new laws and restrictions, have made many of the Cacophony Society’s most cherished events and traditions illegal, and even dangerous. Here’s a partial list of how:
- The FBI now automatically profiles any fish that enter marathons
- Sticking a toaster on the side of a building is considered terrorism by local law enforcement, especially if it’s set to extra-crispy
- Dadaism on university campuses is immediately reported to the CIA
- Police have been specially trained on handling a Santa-with-a-gun Read more ›
Don’t you want to ride?
If the Cacophony Society had a patron saint, it was Gary Warne.
The founder of the Suicide Club, Gary personally inspired the people who would go on to found Cacophony before his tragic death at 35. Like Moses, he didn’t live to see the promised land: but his words have inspired many who came after.
Gary wrote this piece, “Carnival Cosmology,” shortly after founding the Suicide Club in 1977 – and the fact that it’s quoted entirely in both Chicken John’s “Book of the Is” and the new “Tales of the San Francisco Cacophony Society” makes it as close to a seminal document as Cacophony culture has.
You should read it. It’s important.
CARNIVAL COSMOLOGY – Gary Warne
The world is a midway; cities are its sideshows. The only difference between children and adults is that there is no one to take care of us. When we left home it meant we were lost on the midway and, unlike God, the carny boss will only let us ride as long as we pay. Read more ›