Collision; East Campus

Collision, the end-of-the-year art bash at Columbia, was held last night. Ideally, it's the year's hoorah, celebrated with an open bar and voided of any frat boys by the presence of student art.

So like any party, or really any art, or any great ideas, at Columbia, Collision was destined to fail:

Collision was scheduled to take place in a warehouse, SoHo-style (although really at 123rd). The first issues arose when the three rooms planned were cut to one large space. This had the acoustics monkeys at WBAR hissing and pissing in their cages, and threatening to walk out of the DJ booth, renouncing the evils of imperfect sound quality. Next, due to contractual issues, the entire space became inaccessible. Collision was re-scheduled for the East Campus courtyard around the low-level suites.

Due to the space change, some of the art could not be shown (read: Eugene's film, featuring ME). There was, however, a performance art duo consisting of two boys rolling around in a luggage bin, kicking onlookers, and periodically demanding beer, Otherwise, that which was shown was hidden and unadvertised.

Without the art, the frat boys felt secure enough to intrude. At the Anton Glamb show, one mimbo wandered around shirtless, harassing vapid-looking girls. This came to an end allegedly when said vapid-looking girls smoked near the fire alarm, thus ending the party in East Campus with irked security personnel.

The party relocated, where else but right outside of East Campus, and from there disintegrated Hippie drums, chanting and free-form dancing. Where the fuck was I: Dartmouth?