Coney Island of the Mind

To me, there has always been a sanctity in freakshows. Mutation, after all, is the secret of our success. Even when it fails, even when it sputters out and dies in the first breaths, it always seems to me a great and beautiful risk- life itself reaching for the stars, failures without which we would never have pulled ourselves out of the sludge or onto two feet, never have learned to sing or write or fly to the moon. The pickled punk as religious relic for the secular- proof positive of the genius of evolution.

This goes hand-in-hand with the modern mysticism of the roadside attraction as shrine, the circus bigtop as revival tent, the dime museum as reliquary. My annual visit to The Thing is, in it’s own way, a pilgrimage.

bd miller, Miss Torso

Brad Miller, "Miss Torso"

Ten Ways to Get Your Freak On:


  • Freaks, the 1932 movie that might have started it all








3 Responses to “Coney Island of the Mind”

  1. 1 Nathan
    November 14, 2008 at 5:42 pm

    do-do-do do do do do-do doo doo

    Going to see the bear in the little car, eh?

  2. November 14, 2008 at 11:17 pm

    Perhaps the next pilgrimage should be accompanied by a me. We haven’t been there together in years!

  3. 3 tod
    November 30, 2008 at 2:17 am

    You know Brad Miller lives here in L.A. right? His wife is an old friend of our from Detroit back in the day. He’s always looking for models and they have a great New Years party we should take you too.

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