Gaz the Geek; Rev. Twitch; Dr. Necrosis; Prof. Macabra; Zagam; Vaskavich the Odd; Fishboy |
I get asked at shows how I learned to do the stuff I do and how I got started. The short answer is I knew how to eat fire and I met some guys that do sideshow. I then met some more people and took some classes.
The long answer is a lot more, uhm, long. For your amusement and edification I will now regale you with the very long-winded, hopefully entertaining and possibly true version.
I taught myself to eat fire when I was 18 so I could drink for free at parties. It worked, I can tell you that.
**This is the "Warning-Don't Do This At Home" part.**
Don't try this at home. Do it at school, theres a nurse there. |
At any rate, I ate fire and blew big fire balls. I drank for free a lot. I got into a lot of parties.
Me and Mr. the Odd doing a double. |
Flash forward about 20 years. It's about 2009. Married for the second time (I tell my wife the first time was just practice to make sure I got it right) with 3 kids. I worked. I threw darts once a week. I skateboarded when I could. Not a bad life at all but I felt like I needed a bit more. I got the idea that I'd like to do a guerrilla freak show by the subway on Friday and Saturday nights around the time the bars close. I started asking my friends if they'd like to join.
I got a lot of blank stares. All I needed was someone to eat glass and pound a nail in their nose I'd explain. After asking absolutely all my friends I started on other people. Anyone and everyone. I got a lot of encouragement but no one wanted to join.
The "good" Dr. Necrosis and me. |
This is me and Merv. It's his Mid-way. |
I then set about actually learning this stuff I promised I had done so much it was boring. I had my first show in a month and no idea where to start. Back to the magic shop I'd been to 20 years before. I asked some questions and bought a DVD. I made some friends there and if it was still open, I'd suggest you all make sure to go by Barry's Magic Shop and at least look around.
With the show quickly approaching I was in a panic about having an act. I'm detail oriented enough (my wife would say anal retentive with a good bit of OCD) that I wanted an act that would have some flow. I was going to do a series of stunts that would make me a working freak. I'd start with putting Tic-Tacs in my tear ducts, snorting one up my nose and putting a fourth in my mouth. I then, with some effort, would hork them up and out my mouth. I'd follow that with drinking a big glass of Windex to get clean for the next bit. The next bit was to drink a cup of motor oil for lube. I needed the lube so I could swallow an inflated animal balloon. I'd finish with the Blockhead. Was it my dream act? No, but it would have to do. I was assured by Mike that the show was pretty janky anyway and to not worry about it.
I had to abandon eating the razor blades for the time being and I just couldn't get glass eating down.
A "mark" playing Anatomy Lesson. |
Holy. Shit. I thought. I'm a rank amateur compared to these guys. They have done all sorts of amazing displays and acts. I lied my way into this and now I'm shoulder deep in my own bullshit. I had only one option. Keep the lies going. And if that fails, tell bigger ones.
I was asked to come up with a name. Molochs has a sort of "dust-bowl era" carny feel to it with a bent on the demonic. So I did some research into demon names. I found Zagam, "The demon of the forgers of money. This demon could change copper into gold and lead into silver, blood into oil and water into wine." So Zagam is a liar, a con man, a counterfeiter and at some level, a drinker. Yep, had me a name. I don't remember who came up with the "the Vile" but it was good and it stuck.
On a really nice day in September we did three shows as well as get people to play the games. My first show I was terrified. I had no banter to worry about though, as Mike is a very talented talker (not barker). I don't really remember the set order but we had The Amazing Fishboy, RatGirl, Prof. Macabre , Dr. Necrosis. And my shitty, piece-work batch of stunts.
Hey! That's me on the bill! |
Like I say, I got through my first show but only just. The second show was much better. Honestly we'd had a few meetings by then and I really liked this group so it was getting to be really fun. By the last show I was hooked. It's not like some adrenalin rush as much as pure joy to be performing. I still wasn't sure if I was doing well when, in the middle of my second show, I heard from the audience, a small boy talk. I had about half a balloon in my throat when a voice squeaked "Daddy? That man is going to die." Oh man. I need to keep doing this. I don't remember how much we made but my share was less than $10. I told them to keep it and put it back into the show.
During the lead up to the show we had meetings. After the show meeting part, the group would have a meeting about the upcoming haunt they would do for Halloween. I wasn't real sure where I stood yet but they were a lot of fun to be around so I just hung out for that part too. I knew after the show Andy would be back and it might be a while before I was asked back, if at all, and I wanted to spend as much time as I could with these people. They were funny as hell and I seemed to be getting on well with them. My son Gareth was asked to help at the show too. We were jazzed when it became apparent we were both welcome to help with the haunt. I still wasn't sure if it was us or the beer or the cheese platter we brought, but fuck it, it looked like we were in for another show.
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