Gigsville
is not a place. It occupies no location and has no address. Though
its citizens come from all walks of life, have jobs (at least most
of them), eat regular food, keep pets, sleep and all the things
that normal people do, they are essentially a community of like-spirited
folk who like to dress weird and blow things up. They do this kind
of thing on a decently regular basis. They came into existance in
the bleak days before the 1998 Burning
Man Festival.
Since
that time their numbers have grown into the hundreds, adopted a
Code Of Conduct and now have their dark little
hearts set on world domination. But since they are a relatively
unorganized bunch as a whole, that will probably not happen any
time soon. In the meantime they are content with regular outings
into the desert to perform improvised fire haikus over a B.A.F.,
race rocket cars made from Twinkies and occasionally some of them
will breath fire and drink too much scotch.
But
they are not all about peace and love. There is also art. Some of
it is 2, 3 or 4 dimentional but mostly Gigsvillians are their own
artform.
Below
is our history. It's not exhausive but it may be exhausting. Many
events never made it to film and that was probably for the best.
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