The legends of Manhattan Cable's Accessible volume 1
I saw Crazy George yesterday!!!!
Sometime in the early 80's there was a guy who had a show on Manhattan Cable Access where he'd coerce women into showing their boobs on camera. I'm pretty sure his name was Crazy George, or . The guy was a legend. The whole premise of the show was this George guy being outright lecherous as he convinced everyday women to follow him behind bushes, or in between dumpsters for a quick flash. It was total raincoat pervert material, in that real grimy New York sort of way. He always targeted these Brooklyn italian working women, with bad tan lines, and big honkers framed by damaged hair parted down the middle. He'd interview them, and they were almost always teachers, and typists. Sometimes he'd catch a particularly frisky housewife type and she'd yank up her skirt to flash her pantyhose in public. He must have spend entire days just being sleazy and approaching women.
Okay, well anyway, I was at some dipshit film & video equipment conference where people makeout with the latest camera jib arms and grind on the newest cranes... and there was this fucking insane looking guy with plastic fake "satelite dishes" connected by a vacuum hose to what looked to be a ghostbusters vaccum pack. I think he was trying to approximate the old video packs from back in his hey day, where you had to haul around a separate video tape recorder to capture the material coming into the old analogue tube video cameras. He had one of those bulky VHS camcorder from like the late 80's that he'd spruced up, and some kind of spray painted helmet that was all supposed to look hight tech. If you've ever seen these photos of *Moondog standing on street corners handing out poetry in his viking helmet, that's kind of the mood this guy was giving off, only 50 times more pathetic, way more schizophrenic, and way way less avant garde. The entire look was finished off with what I think was his website and phone number printed out with a dot matrix printer, then taped to his clothes. Crazy George lives!!! I'm not sure he knows he doesn't have a show anymore, or what year it is...but he's alive alright, and there are female breasts everywhere calling his name! He must be so confused by this world we live in with teens and their nudie webcams, and flash your tits websites everywhere. Poor guy. He's not just some nut, he's Crazy George, the nut! One of New York's finest idiots at that....and it's totally baffling to me!!
*Bob Fass (he's a free form radio yippie guy who's had a show here for like 500 years) told me this funny story about how he helped Moondog across the street one time, and as a reward got paid with these little mimeographed booklets that Mr. Moondog passed around. (http://www.moondogscorner.de/frame.html) Bob was all excited until he read it, and found out this particular volume was one disappointing wild stream of conscious hate speak rant about Kikes, and Negros and so on! I'm tempted to end this anecdote with some piffy comment about being color blind, or blind racism, or or or no I'll quit while I'm ahead.
Sometime in the early 80's there was a guy who had a show on Manhattan Cable Access where he'd coerce women into showing their boobs on camera. I'm pretty sure his name was Crazy George, or . The guy was a legend. The whole premise of the show was this George guy being outright lecherous as he convinced everyday women to follow him behind bushes, or in between dumpsters for a quick flash. It was total raincoat pervert material, in that real grimy New York sort of way. He always targeted these Brooklyn italian working women, with bad tan lines, and big honkers framed by damaged hair parted down the middle. He'd interview them, and they were almost always teachers, and typists. Sometimes he'd catch a particularly frisky housewife type and she'd yank up her skirt to flash her pantyhose in public. He must have spend entire days just being sleazy and approaching women.
Okay, well anyway, I was at some dipshit film & video equipment conference where people makeout with the latest camera jib arms and grind on the newest cranes... and there was this fucking insane looking guy with plastic fake "satelite dishes" connected by a vacuum hose to what looked to be a ghostbusters vaccum pack. I think he was trying to approximate the old video packs from back in his hey day, where you had to haul around a separate video tape recorder to capture the material coming into the old analogue tube video cameras. He had one of those bulky VHS camcorder from like the late 80's that he'd spruced up, and some kind of spray painted helmet that was all supposed to look hight tech. If you've ever seen these photos of *Moondog standing on street corners handing out poetry in his viking helmet, that's kind of the mood this guy was giving off, only 50 times more pathetic, way more schizophrenic, and way way less avant garde. The entire look was finished off with what I think was his website and phone number printed out with a dot matrix printer, then taped to his clothes. Crazy George lives!!! I'm not sure he knows he doesn't have a show anymore, or what year it is...but he's alive alright, and there are female breasts everywhere calling his name! He must be so confused by this world we live in with teens and their nudie webcams, and flash your tits websites everywhere. Poor guy. He's not just some nut, he's Crazy George, the nut! One of New York's finest idiots at that....and it's totally baffling to me!!
*Bob Fass (he's a free form radio yippie guy who's had a show here for like 500 years) told me this funny story about how he helped Moondog across the street one time, and as a reward got paid with these little mimeographed booklets that Mr. Moondog passed around. (http://www.moondogscorner.de/frame.html) Bob was all excited until he read it, and found out this particular volume was one disappointing wild stream of conscious hate speak rant about Kikes, and Negros and so on! I'm tempted to end this anecdote with some piffy comment about being color blind, or blind racism, or or or no I'll quit while I'm ahead.