| manifesto. First off, Donny Who Loved Bowling is a band. The information age has not reached its peak, nor even its midpoint. But our ability to access, disseminate, combine and store information from infinitely eclectic sources has long since outstrode our ability to process and understand this information. The aware individual has no doubt been exposed to reams and terabits of data: statistics, trivia, dates, movie quotes, flan recipes...and stories both small and overbearingly huge. High Art and Low Art coexist and co-opt one another, while practitioners of each rail against the failings of the other and fail to see the point. Ultimately, the fate of all the stories, all the data, all the truths and all the propaganda drops from all the spy planes of all the countries of the world--is to form one story. And it is Donny Who Loved Bowling's job to take all this Hot Poop and make a big chocolate souffle out of it. One huge and incorrectly formatted screenplay in murky, stumbling prose with one singular, prophetic theme: "What fucking theme? What the fuck are you talking about?" In the High Concept Anticoncept, all the major High Concept Players meet: the Mythological Tale, the Religious Icon, the Childhood Trauma and the Historical Drama. They gather in the Upper East Side apartment of the granddaddy of High Concept, The Final Answer, to drink White Russians and determine the Fate of the Revolution and on which cable network it will be televised. And how much to charge for commercial time. Once they're shitfaced, they go beat up the deaf, dumb and blind kid with a model of a WWII German bomber. Which Revolution, you ask? They're all the same, we answer. What we're saying is, all art is the same. High Art and Low Art is all a bunch of pancakes and the only difference 'twixt is what kind of syrup you like. So really, Romeo might pour his heart out to Juliet, or he could move to Princess Leia on the next balcony. And who's to say he shouldn't? If that velvet Elvis painting moves you more than the Pieta, the Guernica, or the Desiderata, who's to say you're wrong? All stories are the same story, and the stirring speech at the climax is the tender assertion of the harlot who has fallen for the hero is the dying gasp of the Savior is the premature self-congratulation of the Evil Genius is the revelation of what happened at last week's Board Meeting. So we here at Donny Who Loved Bowling aspire and conspire to assassinate both High Art and Low Art and reap the whirlwind left behind. We will leave the gun and take the cannoli. 
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