Awkward Heroes

Some of us have heroes in our lives - role-models.

(This Dad's a hero.)

But what about those awkward ones? Can you name a few?

Comments

[Scootareader]

Picture is broken.

[Terrifying Space Worm]

3328355
Not for me, m8.

[The Shade]

3328437

These people are Swedish.

[Terrifying Space Worm]

3328588

Guys went a little too far on this one.

[The Shade]

3328658 Nah man, I live in this country. Horror is like the big #1 Prank there is over here.

[Terrifying Space Worm]

3328753
Eh, suit yourself. Was kind of tame with the whole 'knife sharpening' and 'coincidental interruptions', but that still doesn't remove the fact that it was a kidnapping, at the end of a weapon.

[Dark Avenger]

SECONDS: Tell me about what happened during the Nitsch performance you were part of?

GIRA: That was in Venice, CA, around 1978-79. The Nitsch event was more of a ritual than a performance in that it lasted about four to six hours and was right there all around you - not on a stage - in a storefront that had been emptied out for the occasion. Strung up in this white room were the skinned carcasses of two lambs, ropes stretching out from each limb to the floor and ceiling so that the dead meat was suspended in mid-air. Something like a hundred gallons of lambs' blood and entrails had been supplied in vats as well, and as a series of young boys, naked and blindfolded, were brought out on a stretcher, the blood, etc. was poured through the carcass and over the tender youth's bodies, into their mouths, etc. This obscure series of ritualized actions was directed by Nitsch himself, who was this little fat guy dressed in black like a priest without a collar, with a pasty white Austrian face with ruby red moist lips, sort of like you might picture a bloated and drunk Napoleon-figure. He'd gathered a sizable orchestra of street people, punks, volunteers, and with a raising or lowering of his hand they'd let loose with a really loud squall of noise played by horns, drums, whistles, anything that made sounds, so this roaring cacophony punctuated or egged on the Mass taking place. Everyone was drinking lots of wine from jugs that were passed around; the idea was to get drunk as possible and revel in the blood and sound, and eventually it just built to a point where the boy volunteer sacrifices started shaking in uncontrollable convulsions. By this time - after hours of the overwhelming surges of sound, the stink of the meat and blood - the room had filled a couple of inches deep in blood and offal and everyone was just wallowing in it. Really wonderful! A couple of the assistants, who were pouring the blood and just and just generally executing Nitsch's commands got carried away and cut the bottom ropes so the blood was flying everywhere. Half the audience was naked by this point and blood-soaked and in a drunken dream state. Eventually the blood was pouring out the door onto the street outside and the police came. It was funny to see them in their neat blue suits amidst the slaughter...

- Michael Gira (describing a performance by Hermann Nitsch)

I love this guy so much.

[The Shade]

3328784 Meh, to each their own.
Just... Don't open your door in some few months time.