_ III. Frog
I met Frog at some kind of ‘noise’ show. People from all over the state had come together to use conventional instruments—flutes, keyboards, guitars and such, to make noise. Guitars were distorted, detuned, and screaming with feedback, flutes were played non-musically, there was a lot of white noise. One of these performers was, Frog. He wore an adult diaper, had an enormously grand beard, and danced oddly about wearing a mask that appeared to be made entirely of snot. He called himself, The Amazing Mr. SLuG.
Frog is an extraordinarily talented musician who does nothing in any conventional sense. There is a world of Frog and in it live characters like The Amazing Mr. SLuG, Shlumburger, and Queenest Hertilpleshoe – Master of Stench and Anti-hygiene. His is a world filled with bees, wind, and torrents of blue and yellow sound. Everyone wears some kind of mask; sometimes animal, sometimes snot, and sometimes foreboding lost darkness. The wind is a vapor of miniature lenses through which everything appears in a kind of kaleidoscopic blur. So wonderfully terrifying is this world that one laughs rather than screams as they pass through, if lucky enough, to the center of the universe.
Gainesville, Florida: A good place.
Over the years, Frog and I have probably made over 100 of what we call, VideoFilms; conceptual little cinematic ditties running anywhere from one minute to almost an hour. We used to show them on the big screen to people at a variety show I host called, The Tom Miller Show.
- a cow masturbates while her house burns down – a space alien dreams of two people in love, one of whom disappears – a man single-handedly fights the evils of a redneck city hall – a tortured writer types about a love affair that leaves him running in circles around a banana, or is he just a drunk? – a yellow girl takes off a mask to reveal she is a man disguised as another man wearing a mask who ends up never making a movie of what we have just seen on screen – a bearded Santa alien and a woman alien with a silver soundless horn go to the mall to beg for money so they can eat Mexican food – a man wakes up and plays the organ so loudly that a neighboring mob boss has no choice but to blow his brains out – a talking plant demands to be fed its kibble – a guy has 10 of his greatest fans, and they’re all electric – two guys make out over a toilet while a rat crawls through their hair, and they then jump up and down on a trampoline, naked – Outdoor Billy Bob Johnson educates about coffee – the notorious, Bünnay – cooking shows, Tom Miller eats shit...
Flies, everywhere!
I’ve seen some interesting Frog shows. He often performs to pre-taped music, karaoke style, sings the most off-key horrendous versions of classic tunes, and suddenly he removes his white robe to reveal a burly grown man in the adult diaper and giant beard; the audience revolts, gasps, laughs, shouts, “God, NO!”, and generally comes to life. From zombies to people in five minutes / a master! Frog is a master! In his cabinet in the bathroom are dozens of carefully labeled bottles of beard-hair clippings, organized by year.
I heard he cultivated a patch of ringworm-– he called it, ‘pets’.
I met Frog at some kind of ‘noise’ show. People from all over the state had come together to use conventional instruments—flutes, keyboards, guitars and such, to make noise. Guitars were distorted, detuned, and screaming with feedback, flutes were played non-musically, there was a lot of white noise. One of these performers was, Frog. He wore an adult diaper, had an enormously grand beard, and danced oddly about wearing a mask that appeared to be made entirely of snot. He called himself, The Amazing Mr. SLuG.
Frog is an extraordinarily talented musician who does nothing in any conventional sense. There is a world of Frog and in it live characters like The Amazing Mr. SLuG, Shlumburger, and Queenest Hertilpleshoe – Master of Stench and Anti-hygiene. His is a world filled with bees, wind, and torrents of blue and yellow sound. Everyone wears some kind of mask; sometimes animal, sometimes snot, and sometimes foreboding lost darkness. The wind is a vapor of miniature lenses through which everything appears in a kind of kaleidoscopic blur. So wonderfully terrifying is this world that one laughs rather than screams as they pass through, if lucky enough, to the center of the universe.
Gainesville, Florida: A good place.
Over the years, Frog and I have probably made over 100 of what we call, VideoFilms; conceptual little cinematic ditties running anywhere from one minute to almost an hour. We used to show them on the big screen to people at a variety show I host called, The Tom Miller Show.
- a cow masturbates while her house burns down – a space alien dreams of two people in love, one of whom disappears – a man single-handedly fights the evils of a redneck city hall – a tortured writer types about a love affair that leaves him running in circles around a banana, or is he just a drunk? – a yellow girl takes off a mask to reveal she is a man disguised as another man wearing a mask who ends up never making a movie of what we have just seen on screen – a bearded Santa alien and a woman alien with a silver soundless horn go to the mall to beg for money so they can eat Mexican food – a man wakes up and plays the organ so loudly that a neighboring mob boss has no choice but to blow his brains out – a talking plant demands to be fed its kibble – a guy has 10 of his greatest fans, and they’re all electric – two guys make out over a toilet while a rat crawls through their hair, and they then jump up and down on a trampoline, naked – Outdoor Billy Bob Johnson educates about coffee – the notorious, Bünnay – cooking shows, Tom Miller eats shit...
Flies, everywhere!
I’ve seen some interesting Frog shows. He often performs to pre-taped music, karaoke style, sings the most off-key horrendous versions of classic tunes, and suddenly he removes his white robe to reveal a burly grown man in the adult diaper and giant beard; the audience revolts, gasps, laughs, shouts, “God, NO!”, and generally comes to life. From zombies to people in five minutes / a master! Frog is a master! In his cabinet in the bathroom are dozens of carefully labeled bottles of beard-hair clippings, organized by year.
I heard he cultivated a patch of ringworm-– he called it, ‘pets’.