When I met with my college advisor halfway through the year, he informed me I was somehow one class short of enough needed to graduate. In a panic, I found the only class that fit my schedule, a class in "Performance Art." It was the sort of class where one day we literally practiced being a tree and feeling energy flow and stuff. Another day the professor didn't show up and claimed it was an example of performance art. We watched a lot of bullshit performance art. For my final project I recorded random things making noise around the apartment - toilet flushing, pipes clanking, music playing, etc. - then rigged two cassette players to play them back out of sync in the museum where we were displaying our final projects. I got a B+.
― Josh in Chicago, Wednesday, 18 April 2012 01:42 (thirteen years ago)