Do you know what I love about this game? The fact that The Rules dictate that you won’t be arrested for all the bad shit you agree to do. I’m quite fond of that rule, especially when I’m saying yes to a question like this. And I want to be clear on this: I am, indeed, saying yes to this question. Although I enjoy art quite a little bit, it’s further down on my List of Favorite Things than, say, #3) Jetting off to wherever-the-fuck-I-want, whenever-the-fuck-I-want, or #2) Getting up every weekday morning when I’m goddam ready, or 1) Not having a job, i.e., me no more eight hours a day trapped in big box. Plus, in an era when people seem to most enjoy the kind of “art” that involves drunk women with massive fake breasts catfighting on tour buses over weave wearing, washed up hair-metal singers, this might be just the thing to shake the world out of its stupor. Since nobody seems to be able to get enough of reality TV, how about we create a show called Real Dadaism? Wherein I pull a Duchamp on a bunch of super famous pieces of art — except, this being reality and all, I make these new pieces out of the actual centuries old pieces you know and love? The concept strikes me as more interesting than watching fading stars dance, or men swap wives, or Heidi and Spencer do fucking anything. What the world desperately needs is another reality show, and I’m happy to do what I can to fill that need. What can I say? I’ve just always been a giver.
