peter tabaco

stuff i do: Head Rigger

i started with disgraceland about 18 months ago. that being stated it seems that i have been influenced in a way that i thought previously incapable. my life as it is seems filled with chance and awful incongruitys that overlap in torrents of displaced happenstance. the sort of life that screams chaos and malformation. i often think that the path that i have walked down is the only path that i'm able walk giving whatever skill set that i had obtained. there is something inherently wrong with with that thought process. i was wrong.

when i started in this thing called disgraceland i'm pretty sure that i was venting life! lets get crazy, wild, reckless!! yea!! lets find an outlet for the advers side of my personalty that screams chaos. when all else fails i needed to make sure that i filled the lack of my life's previous vices. all the while not risking self analliation. is i did the the best thing i think i could have done. i showed up. what on earth does that mean?

i think the text went something like "suspension and suds!!!". strange are the things that capture the imagination.

anyway i showed up. at the time i was not ignorant nor sckeptical of suspension based on my life's expoiser to a varity of subculture lifestyles, not that far different i think. it also helped that my best friend is involed with a very close friend of jiji disgrace. 'stupid in less than 3'. such are the way of things.

during the trip i remember thinking to myself. where are you going to. what in life whould you need at a thing like this other than cheap thrills at the expence of the citys breath. i'm sure at the time i was still just looking for something to do since i got off of work early that night, and wanted to try and fill my night with something other than computer and cards. so off to wilds of williamsburg to try something other than. i showed up to probably one of the most intimidating thing i had come across in a number of years. there were people swinging around the room with hooks in there body. and the first thing that dawned on me as i watched this process is that the people were smiling. right. i mean what the fuck is wrong with people? christ. however when confronted with this and the people i found a sence of community and acceptance amongst a wildly diverse group of people that had come togeather in a shared intrest. well i think i became instantly hooked. it was at this place that i fist suspended! a seven point sidways position.

from that point foward i have been avidly involved in doing everthing to intelectulize this thing called disgraceland. it has brought me gifts of self actulization, primal confidence, mindful reaction and stoic gratitude to my sence of self.