Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Canons and costumes and cocktails, oh my!

It's nearly here. That one absolutely bizarre, out of control, nonsensical, randomly creative, theatrically and musically unexplainable drunken week in Switzerland. Folks, it's FASCHNAT season.

When the cannon goes off at the ripe and precious hour of 4am tomorrow morning all hell is going to break loose in this otherwise civil village of ours. The portal of fun will bestow itself upon the Swiss and before you know it, trombones by the hundreds and scary and sexy schnapps sucking socialites will be swarming the streets for seven days and seven nights. Non fricken stop.

Music that once made sense to Dr. Seuss or any 3 year old with a pot and spoon will be reproduced by a hundred marching bands in costumes that Tim Burton, Marilyn Manson and Lady Gaga could only dream of. It's a truly incredible sight that when all comes together is like wonderland on acid, only real and completely fabulous.

Now, Faschnat is not for everyone. In fact, many Ex-Pats and locals alike try to leave town during this madness. And who wouldn't blame them. Especially those who live in the center of it all. Picture trying to go to bed in the middle of a Metallica concert with your bed up on stage. Good luck.

But, being an American and an already huge fan of Halloween I have much respect and creative admiration for this festival. Halloween in the States has gotten so skanky and commercialized and lame. The Halloween I remember and love is scary and dark an grueling and chilling and fun and this undoubtedly kicks the candy and snot out of anything we could ever even imagine to be Halloween...and I fucking love it!

So, as a preview and look into the past, I went costume shopping today and came across a table of masks from last year. When they are sitting around they are creepy and weird, but but when they come to life it's unbelievable.

I imagine the next few posts are going to revolve around this insanity so I wanted to help set up the stage. If anyone ever wants to come an experience a carnival in an otherwise poise and respectful country, it would certainly be a dream, or nightmare, you won't soon forget.


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