withremote - take it easy. chuck is a GREAT guy. and i wasn't comparing this poster to csa. i was trying to explain why someone did. there is very little similarity and this is a really great poster. calm down, fella.
besides, i thought what chuck was into was pretty cool, too. it was worth mentioning. it "expands horizons", if you know what i mean. "think outside the box" and all that stuff.
charles anderson has done so much work, that it would be hightly likely that he did do something like this. but the closest i remember is a few posters and illustrations that were images collaged together from bits and pieces of "header cards" (those badly printed little cardboard things that are stapled to the top of baggies hoilding cheap plastic toys). he's crazy about that stuff and collects it madly. he loves nothing better than to take that stuff, cut it up and make huge junked-up spreads out of it. the effect is simiar to this poster (especially the color), but it's not exactly the same.
another time they were playing at the kustom kulture show in seattle. at the time they hated seattle and it's snobs, and especially the hipper-than-thou art snobs. so, at coca (center on centemporary art) they were playing to an art opening. there was this stage platform made out of plywood and the sound was horrible and even the house lights were on (insurance). michael got frustrated at the crowd as they just stood there and stared, so he began jumping up and down as hard as he could while he sang. he was doing his damndest to smash the satge to bits. unfortunately, it was the old u-men tour stage (larry reid installed it with milo) and it was built to withstand a nuke.
after a frustrating while of michael exhausting himself trying to smash the stage, one of the little girls who were the sort of 'doyens' that night went up to him and pulled on his sleeve and quietly said, "mr. maker, please don't break out stage." michael just stared at her in disbelief and and very politely said, "but it's part of our act!"
michael always like to toss a beer. i remember at one 3B show he was hanging from the speakers (which hung precariously from the cieling on chains) and threw bottle of beer at the brick wall with all his might. it just sorta bounced and clocked him in the head. knocked him off the speaker.
like i said, things always went south on them. cracked me up.
at a grageshock, there was an estrus band called 'blackjack' from portland area. turns out they were sort of a 'black metal' band and they had corpse paint and really racist lyrics and the whole shebang. estrus folks were mortified (being extremely sensistive to issues of racism). people started mouthing off at them and they mouthed off back. it got ugly, and the makers (in the audience) took justice into their own hands and got into a big fight (several makers have ethnic heritage.) now, some of those blackjack guys were HUGE, but the makers (two of the makers were golden gloves) plowed right into the assholes. after the dust setttled, blackjack was kicked out of the show and then they were dumped from the label. this was the only fight that ever happened at a garageshock.
the makers played right after the fight, and they got a hero's welcome. now here's the funny part (and strangely poignant). jay, the drummer, managed to badly break his hand on the big bassist's jawbone. but he didn't let it stop him. he wrapped his hand in a bloody rag and went on to pound out a hell of a set.