TRANCEFORMATION OF VIOLENCE

A GUIDE TO VOODOO-PERFORMANCE

Watch out! You might get what you´re after. Watch your Step! There might be holes on the stage. abysses of jealousy and perfidy. the floor we are walking on is a fragile surface. It´s the seperator between good and bad, top or flop, in and out, dead or alive. Most white-middle-class-girls and boys don´t realize: bild, deaf and tomb concerning the dark side of performance, they´re maybe in the performance-zone- but never able to see the real performance. It´s Voodoo-time, baby! But not being aware of holes does not protect you from stepping into them- and that´s bad bad bad. another weak and pale performance-zombie. to show your performative strength, your PERFORMANCE POWER: first look intensly at the floor. Concentrate. Watch. AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! Repeat this--- AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! Now your eyes are open. you see one to five holes on stage. Some people in the audience are responsible for them. there are evil spirits. They wait for you to step into a hole- but you don´t. you see it, you are cat-eyed- - - you walk towards the hole - fleet-foaded, clever and with pleasure you avoid the trap - - - one after the other – each time you outwit your grudger, you donate a big SMILE to him/her. A BIG BIG BIG SMILE. You got the power. You are the performer. AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! Like a crocodile in the sun you show your teeth. Your smile is a bite. Your smile is a slap right-in-the-face. You are AME ZANGBêTô! You call the spirits of the suffragettes who invented performance art, you are the sister of marina abramovic, you are an african vampirette, you are yoko onos brother. You are AME ZANGBêTô! Cursed and proud, stinky and loud! Tit-prints are part of art, your tits are art, your ass is art: prost! You already reached the next level, you are a top-drawer: COU-COU BANBA, you got your sacrifices prepared, COU COU BANBA, the rhythm starts. The beat is happening – right inside of me. COU COU BANBA. You need fellowship? You feel the energy emerging – you HAVE company! Uuuups- a hole again. SMILE. BIG SMILE. BIG BIG SMILE. Crocodile Dundee. YIP! You make a little jig. And another one. Just for the show. Just for you and me and everybody we know and we will never meet again. Just for this special moment which is already history. BAéROUé is now with you. The power of love, the power of destruction, it´s a blink, the heartbeat of a butterfly- it´s a bring-in, not a take-away. BAéROUé ASSIEOUSSIRE. You are vegetarian and asked the cameraman for help and he brought the chicken-bones from last night´s family dinner. You have your props prepared. You share your intoxicants with the audience. You are the master of ceremonies. You share the ticket to eye of the hurricane. Wodka is the lubricant. The audience becomes plushed- the rhythm becomes trance. The chicks start to dance themselves to death. Your edges begin to blurr. BAéROUé! BAéROUé! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! AME ZANGBêTô! Anat is jerking, faustine is frothing, melissa is the house and alex is on the roof, merché is cross-eyed. WE FORGOT THE EGGS! WHERE ARE THE EGGS? WE HAD TO CRUSH THE EGGS ON OUR FOREHEADS. We take the eggs out of the hole- we mash them on our heads, the yolk tastes sweet. The necklace of chicken-bones dangles around our necks. We fetch the capes and are ready for the grande FINALE: COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI COMIEN GOUGNON AYI