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Tune In, Turn On, Drop By Performance, Gavin Brown's experience, 1998. I was reading fragments of early Timothy Leary lectures to an audience not even born at the time when he first gave them (they were officially held on campuses before he was deemed on of the most dangerous men in America). Seated in a New York gallery on fake Oriental carpets, people of my generation listened patiently to Leary’s teachings, which seemed both dated and strangely timeless at the same time. The musician Mohrinder Singh, whom I picked up in an Indian restaurant at 6th street, performed film score covers on his sarangi in the background. The set had blinking Christmas lights, I was wearing a Hawaiian lei and we burned loads of incense. Afterwards, Early Hiroshi stripped to ‘Strawberry Fields’. It is worth noting that this event took place at the height of ‘political correctness’ in the art world, and concern was raised for the title alone. But many people did ‘drop by’.
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