When you’ve frolicked with the number of weirdos I have, you’re rarely surprised by who phones the morning after. But when Fischerspooner called to ask if I’d be interested in frolicking at MOMA, I was stunned: I said Yes without thinking.

All you need to know about Fischerspooner is that one day Waren Fischer and Casey Spooner spun themselves into spectacle and were instantly earning Concorde frequent-flyer miles for their crackbrain video and electro-clash crazed live performances. Those dudes outfoxed everybody with danceable fucking electronic pageantry.

I dig pageantry, and that’s why I said Yes. And though I’m not at liberty to say what transpired while Casey and I drank from a bottomless well of screwdriver perched on Barcelona chairs, let’s just say that between the costume changes and the mood lighting, it was more than an atmospheric disturbance. He covered my favorite Wire song, after all, but didn’t want to talk it.

To find out exactly what we discussed, go to the MoMA* on November 1st.

-TRACE CRUTCHFIELD

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