This Saturday the Porn Clown Posse will be "Playing Doctor" with you all at:
C-R-A-$-H-! : A Celebration and Benefit for $teven Ra$pa
SATURDAY, JAN 25th
8PM until black and blue
End of Pier 33 (inside and out)
Embarcadero at Bay; next to Lapis (Same loc. as Thumb!)
$ donation to help with medical expenses and to replace $teven Ra$pa's station wagon, Moby Brick
DRESS: Crash victim or human-car hybrid, J.G. Ballard sultry amputee, James Dean, Warm Leatherette, police, convicted criminals and car thieves, ambulance drivers, EMTs, X-ray/Sonogram/CAT Scan technicians, doctors, nurses, rubber chickens, ribs or other body parts...
SIT in the CRA$Hed vehicle and re-live $teven's surprise impact!
WATCH Crash Test Dummy and Police Chase Videos!!
IMAGINE being Greg, the ambulance driver, and repositioning $teven's beard to make him more comfortable!
FILL OUT insurance forms and police reports and be told you have no uninsured motorist coverage and your case is hopeless!!!
BRING hotwheels and create slow-motion crash re-enactments!
EXPERIENCE an audio tour of $teven Ra$pa's brain during and just after impact!!
ENJOY Emergency Room Services, Victim Make-overs, Physical Therapy and Psychic Healing!
RELIVE CRA$H and start life over again!!!
Performances to be announced. Many ridiculous, horrifying and CRA$H-inspired attractions!
If you'd like to help, perform, run a CRA$H-themed game or add crash-relatedvisuals, contact marcia@burningman.com or raspa@burningman.com
Steven Raspa
WHY: On Sunday, January 5th, at approximately 4:45am $teven Ra$pa's beloved white Volvo Station Wagon, Moby Brick, was struck at the corner of Folsom and 2nd by the driver of a stolen vehicle fleeing police. The 70 mph impact totaled $teven's car and sent his derby flying 75 feet out his open window.
He sustained injuries to his jaw, head, leg, ribs, back and neck. Before he would let the ambulance take him away for medical treatment, Mr. Ra$pa insisted on pulling his devoted rubber chicken from the wreckage of the dashboard. The ambulance driver, we are told, said: "Yes, you need your rubber chicken...just don't move your neck and let us put you on the stretcher like a good boy." In shock and shivering, Mr. Ra$pa was taken to the San Francisco General Emergency Room, wrapped in his buffalo coat and mumbling something about the importance of clean underwear and fresh daisies on occasions such as these. He was given complete chest, neck, spine and leg x-rays, sonograms, CAT scans, blood tests and a full beardal examination. His beard was pruned on one side to accommodate stitches to his jaw; and his ribs, neck and back were all quite a mess. BUT--to the amazement of doctors, the police and the tow truck driver who thought him dead, Mr. Ra$pa escaped imminent extinction to live yet another life and--UNFORTUNATELY--to pay his mounting bills!
And so, as $teven demands: "we make lemonade with [his] lemons!"
Please join us for CRA$H: A tribute to the spirit of the sublimely preposterous Mr Ra$pa, to the trials we endure, the scars we all bear, the cars and crash test dummies we have loved, a flawed insurance and law enforcement system, the pain of survival, and an Irish wake for the dearly departed and supremely loyal "Great White Volvo," Moby Brick!
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$teven sends SPECIAL THANKS in advance to Dan Das Mann, Gaspo, Chris and Bob of the Box Shop; to Monica for the love and rubber chicken; to Kyle Minor, Marcia Crosby, Joegh Bullock, and Dr. Friendly for demanding this event happen; and to the SF art and extended Burning Man communty of freaks and friends for the support, kindness and inspiration. This night is all your fault! THANKS!!