Peter Bergman Talks
About Tour and New CD

Bergman/Samson Book Launch Party
Session 73, 1st Ave. & 73rd St., NYC

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Peter & Freditor

The Freditor has returned to the Firezine bunker in Hagerstown after surviving a NY adventure Tuesday eve 4/6/1999. Peter Bergman flew in from CA and Firesign's west coast tour to schmooze with the NY suits and promote his newly co-authored book at a pre-release launching party for it and designed by our very own Doc Technical. FT vid head Alan Gross and the Freditor truly were flushed out of Flushing and subwayed their way down the immigrant pipe. The Freditor was at a complete dependence upon his faithful companion, guide and interpreter, MR. G, as they transferred several times in the deep dark bowels of NYC and miraculously made their emergence several blocks from 1st Ave. and Sessions 73, one amongst the zillion bars in Manhattan, I'll take one, for the 'big to do'.

The book, "The Official Millennium Survival Handbook" offered for the almost give-away price of $5 and a free glass of not-too-bad champagne was selling like... well, not hot cakes, as they don't mix too well with mixers, a $5 book with free champagne dished out by a gorgeous heroin emaciated like blonde model that NYCers seem to favor, as do drunken hillbilly fat men half juiced from a distance, I know I was. While Uncle Peter rabbited the suits and signed books at the bar, "Sorry sir that seat's reserved", "But I'm the author and this is my party..." the crowd surged in and pressed forward, toward the free champagne, there seemed to be a lot more glasses passed out then books.

Doc Tech showed up beaming and was finally able to buy one of the books he's devoted a large section of his cyber life settin' up it's site for. We yelled mutual congratulations and gratuities at each other with many pattings on the back before he was sucked away by the suits who picked his webbrain. The scene was serenaded by a 3 piece, guitar, bass and congas, jazz / blues band letting out their belts on such numbers a tango version of "Cold Shot" and white boy blues take on "The Thrill Is Gone", mixed in with some "Return to Forever" or so it seemed. David Samson, Pete's co-author, was also flown in from LalaLand to pigeon hole his wit for the evening's discourse. Curmudgeonly Jack Medoff, inside illustrator, gripingly signed books before splitting for Grand Central Station in time to catch the 9:07 to CT.

A highlight for your dim Freditor was being introduced, by Pete, to FT and OMSH cover artist Robert Grossman. We hit it off OK as we both shared an affinity for things Bix Beiderbecke blew out of a horn 70 some years ago, and a promised forthcoming Firezine interview was trumpeted. Grossman drew a Freditor portrait in his recently styled cheap line drawings in the book. Not to be outdrawn, Medoff whipped out one as well, looking more at the Grossman than the Freditor himself, not that I blame him. The crowds surged again and the hormone driven and single minded, at that point, males thrilled being rubbed up against by "real" woman.

After not seeing Bergman's bald ice berg head floating among the titanic throngs, the Freditor coyly forced his fat form through the maddening crowds towards the flesh air in the back. Much to his / my surprise there was another bar in the back where the domed prince held court between downing doubles. Having worn out all of the people who didn't know who he was, Pete got down and drunk with his fans, Doc, Alan, Freditor and a few others and filled us in on the strong bond going with the Firesigners today, the tour show, acting out his parts and clueing us in on the present workings of the new un-named in spite of all of the working titles, album, some of which wormed it's way onto the Firezine tape recorder. Bergman then split after inviting us to dinner, which we had to unfortunately decline. He roared off to scout out a theater for FT's fall appearance put together by some guy who did Sandra Bernhardt, perish the thought, or savor it.

Doc then quickly copped out to go back to Wall St. and drive home to CT and the Freditor and Alan arrested their plans and staggered to the nearest subway station to ride back to Queens, laden with autographed books and horny dreams. Along the way the Freditor got an unusual pleasure watching people walk their dog's in Manhattan. They lead them to the nearest tree, surrounded by a short fence. Pick up the dog and put it in the little square lawn and then adeptly with the precision of a surgeon and timing of an acrobat, slip a section of newspaper under the protrusion, fold and stuff, all with one hand, while the other holds the leash and dog. "I found it in the New York Times." Wow!

Here's the transcript of the tape informally recorded in the back bar of Session 73 during the Official Millennium Survival Handbook book party. We were all pretty smashed.

PB: One thing I can't handle is sending Kosovar refugees to Guantanamo. Wait a minute. That's Cuba. What is this all about? Wait a minute. Is there going to be a Kosovo Miami Cuban state in 20 years?

FZ: Can you talk about the tour show.

PB: We do some of the old show but it's all new material. We do Ralph Spoilsport. "I've been driving this '79 Crown Victoria, police package. I love the car man but I don't like the kind of women I'm attracting. So I want to buy a new car." So then here's this chair. In Santa Barbara, they had this big Spanish chair. One of those great big leather ones. "Oh man it's a GM BMW, the car of tomorrow and I got it today. It's got the Eddie Bauer King Kong package. Oh and the inline duo port high blinder beams. I don't know, look! Oh no! The asynchronous dense surround holodeck sound server and subwoofer comleather bark and roll seats. I'm in fucking heaven." I get in it, you know. I wonder if it speaks. I hit it. "Sure we do driver. Get ready Fahrvegnugen". I get on the freeway and off I go. It's all new. Then we do "Radio Now". "I'll listen to the radio." Click. Then Austin does Bebop, "You're in FunFun Town man." And we go into the station. We then do a whole bunch of stuff. We do Happy Pandit, we do Ralph Spoilsport, Chump Threads, we're going to add Winquedinque, we're gonna add a bunch of stuff.

Then I come out at the top of "Parallel Hell". I'm in a helmet, like we've done before. This time I come out, "Budda budda budda, budda." It's real quiet and then I go, "Rodriguez, Gonzales, Stone!". This is like 2 days, this is like Friday, the day after it happened. And the people are going, "Nooooooo." Then we go into Lt. Tirebiter in "Parallel Hell". It's all different. Different ending. It's about war.

It's been just kick fucking ass out there. The Firesign's together, it's friendly, it's smart, it's patient, it's anarchy, it's great. Publish the anarchist handbook because it works. Anarchy works. No contracts. You can't partner with people unless you're completely free.

This new show is filled with improvisation. Filled with it. We're beginning to like play with each other. Then when we're in "Parallel Hell" it's like Garson Kanin and Henry Miller. Role playing. Everyone is like serious theater. As crazy as it is, it's theater. We're looking for such a venue in NY now with Westbound (?). He did Sandra Bernhardt. He's doing the Umbilical Twins now. Arnold is like the toast of smart NY theater. 300 seats for 2 weeks, 7,200 seats. If you want a ticket, you got one, but it's a tough ticket.

FZ: What about the new album?

PB: The new album is going to be the first DVD audio album. 5.1 surround sound.

FZ: Who gets to be the .1?

PB: We're the 4 or 5 crazy guys and we're looking for the .1. We're looking for the pinhead to play in that speaker. There's no title for the album...

FZ: In spite of what everyone says...

PB: My working title is "Morning In Billville" but that's only the working title.

FZ: What's the theme?

PB: It's about a town, Billville, that has a terrible secret, which is it's not small. It's a small town that really isn't. It's a lot bigger than it admits. And there's lot's going on in Billville and the "Race Around America" is coming towards it. The race starts in NY, goes through VA, back to Billville for the 4th of July. We wrote one piece already which is an ad which takes off on these international phone ads. It's about young Phat who's dropped down the well that inflated the bombs that paid for the village to bring it about to make a call. It's one of those things like, "No matter where you are, you are completely in the global economy."

We wrote an intro to Billville that's just bad science, bad science, bad, bad science. Really bad, bad. So wrong. And there's 4 characters. There's the mayor, Mayor Penisnose. He's a Bob Dole 3rd person kind of guy. And then there's Dr. Infermo, Dante Infermo. "Who poisoned the wells?" "You told me to!" And then there's the coach who's feeding steroids to the kids in the water and day training for the basketball game. "Move that bus, bust that move, move that bus." Ringggggg. He's day training and he's coaching basketball. And their necks are so big, they can't get into their uniforms. That's the second guy. That's played by Ossman. Infermo is Austin, "You're doomed, you're doomed." Proctor plays Sprawl, Bob Sprawl the developer, Sprawlco. And this is just the beginning. It's all taking place, I want it to take place partially on TV. I don't mean channel changing but not make a big deal out of it. Not as much comment, as just there. It's surreal, it's 500 channels.

We've worked on it but we're going to go heavy in May and produce it in June. We're going to produce 3 mixes. A stereo mix for CD, 5.1 mix for DVD audio and a fold down for DVD video. DVD codex, for 10 minutes of video. We're shooting that right now.

FZ: Any comments about the Grammy Show?

PB: Us, Brandy, The Goo Goo Dolls, Bare Naked Ladies, Will Smith and Jimmy Smits, sitting right there. I thought I'd died and gone to fucking heaven. Where am I?

FZ: We enjoyed those limo shots.

PB: Limos. A thousand of us. A thousand people this close, all waiting for limos. Hundreds of limos. People going, "152 in lane 5." I waited for 40 minutes next to Alanis Morrissette. I looked at her and said, "What a culture, waiting for limos." She's marvelous, I love her dearly, she's a genius but no sense of humor. No sense of humor. She's like the Dark Lady, no sense of fucking humor. I'm not going to change my life for her. Miss Shelob is feeling poorly. I've got to go. See you in Seattle Fred.

FZ: David how did you get together with Peter to do the book.

David Samson: We met in a gay bar in Pasadena. He strolled up beside me and he said, "Hi, did you use the rear entrance?" And I said to him, "Young Man, you're very attractive but unfortunately my testosterone does not respond to you. Let's collaborate instead of cohabitate." And from there it was magical. We're both 2 very sensitive men, much too sensitive for our own good, so we took a special course in insensitivity training. We became highly insensitive, hard cruel, domineering and discovered that that wasn't working either. So what happened was we became very ego centric. So we went down and had emergency liposuction on our egos.

FZ: I heard they were giving them out here, that's why I showed up.

DS: You don't qualify yet. You have enough depth to accommodate your weight, you see. If you had no depth, then we would have operated. I would like to introduce somebody but they're not worthy of introduction so I'll continue talking.

FZ: Well, how do you survive the Millennium?

DS: Well I would say the first thing to survive the Millennium is to realize that it's off by 10 years. The real Millennium occurred in 1990, with the Bush election. However, my suggestion for the Millennium is that we all covert to the Hebraic calendar. This way it will be the year 5,673, the year of the chutzpah. And we won't have the Millennium to worry about for another 276 years or there-abouts.

FZ: The Mayan calendar ran out so...

DS: The Mayan calendar did run out. As a matter of fact, those Mayan day runners were a bitch, those clay tablets that weighed about 700 lbs were very very difficult to navigate.

FZ: No wonder they're no longer around. I think we're getting kicked out.

DS: Oh no, the lights coming on merely mean that they want us to see each other better, which is the same as getting kicked out, I suppose.

David Samson

Bob & Peter

Peter & Doc

At The Back Bar

Ian's Girls

Alan & Doc

Doc, Peter & Alan

Doc & Freditor

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