Gather 'round children. This is the story of how I came to be in
Molochs, met the most incredible people and now have the honor of
calling them fiends. Uh, friends. I mean friends.
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Gaz the Geek; Rev. Twitch; Dr. Necrosis; Prof. Macabra; Zagam; Vaskavich the Odd; Fishboy |
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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.**
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Don't try this at home. Do it at school, theres a nurse there. |
The problem is that this was pre-Internet. The only information
available to me was an old book from the local magic store. Being
self-taught combined with an old book is not a good way to learn any
skill. Add to that the inherent danger of fire manipulation and you have
the perfect recipe for disaster. I'm damned lucky to not have maimed
myself, given myself severe liver damage or simply killed myself or
anyone else. After actually talking to people that do this for a living
and taking classes, it turns out I'd been using the wrong fuel the whole
time. The problem now is that the Internet is chock full of
misinformation. The easy answer is find someone that teaches side-show
stunts and pay them to teach you. There are two people I would
recommend. If you really are interested, get in touch with me and I'll
put you in contact with them. In the meantime, DON'T DO THIS AT HOME.
At any rate, I ate fire and blew big fire balls. I drank for free a lot. I got into a lot of parties.
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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.
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The "good" Dr. Necrosis and me. |
About this time my wife and I threw a Burns Night supper. Among the
people invited was a woman Alice went to school with. They'd reconnected
through Facebook and wanted to get together. Jeni and her husband Mike
came and, I think, had a good time (If you ever get the chance, invite a
vegetarian to a dinner that features a haggis). I had heard that they
did haunted houses and were in some way interested in side show. So, as
per normal, I pestered Mike about learning to eat glass for spare change
outside of bars. He wasn't really interested but we did talk about my
eating fire, the Human Blockhead act and that they did, in fact, do a
Mid-Way with games they made and some sketchy acts.
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This is me and Merv. It's his Mid-way. |
A few months after stuffing myself stupid on haggis, Mike got in touch
with me. They had a street fair they were going to do and one of their
guys couldn't make it, would I be interested in eating some fire for
them? Oh hell yeah. So I made a set of torches and got to practicing. I
was a little hesitant to eat fire in an open space with the audience
right there. Eating fire sober for the first time was scary. Plus it's
not like I wanted to disfigure people on my big break. So I talked to
Mike about my worries and he asked me if I could do other stuff. Yeah
man, I do it all. I eat glass, drink motor oil. I can swallow and
regurgitate razor blades. And if you need me to, I can do Human
Blockhead. It sounded good to him and I was in.
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.
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A "mark" playing Anatomy Lesson. |
My oldest son wanted to come along and we went to meet the others. There
was Andy, Ben, Judy and Jolene. Andy was the one that wasn't going to
make the show. Turns out he had to do a wedding. I mean officiate it,
dude is for real. After spending some time with the gang I realized I
was in way over my head. These guys made games. I don't mean shitty
board games, I mean computer controlled, interactive games. They bought
the electronic components, they soldered, they programed, they made the
games and painted the signs and banners. That day we were going to have
Zombie Brain Toss (think skeeball with brains), Anatomy Lesson (a full
scale version of Operation with a Dr. yelling at you the whole time) and
Satan Says (like Simon but bad ass).
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.
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Hey! That's me on the bill! |
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You really need to see the show to get why these guys and gals are so
rad. There's some horror, allusions to the dark, a touch of comedy and a
fair amount bad taste (we have DVDs for sale if you're interested. $5.
While you're getting one, why not get a shirt and some stickers too?)
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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It's not abuse if it's set to a catchy tune. |
The haunt was simply awesome. It was more a theatre show than a haunted
house. Andy told a story, in shadow puppets, of Johnny, a boy that could
astral-project. His story ends poorly for him. Gareth got to play the
real boy Johnny. Ben, Judy and Jolene did a live action, black and white
movie that told the story of two lovers that, eventually, get to spend
eternity together. Mike, Andy and Gareth did a Punch and Judy show about
spousal abuse. It was a musical. I got to MC the night. After three
haunt shows on Halloween, Gareth and I were pulled aside and told we
were officially part of the group.
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Home, rotten home. |
From there it's pretty basic. I learned more stunts and made a bed of
nails. Gareth has a full act that we wrote together. I met Thomas at a
side show convention and now he drives down to do shows with us too. I
continue to learn what I can and teach a few stunts to the people in my
group. We are doing more shows in clubs now. That's a mixed blessing.
While certainly easier, we have not figured out how to incorporate the
games in a venue like that.
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Who says the wicked don't rest? |
The shows, atmosphere and people are all so much cooler than I can
possibly convey here. You really should come out and see a show. And
seriously, that's not me just trying to get your money (but we would
really appreciate it if you could put a dollar in one of our hats).
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My oldest son and me. We made it. |