We see ourselves as ironic & fun loving agent provocateurs in an age of intellectual and cultural leveling, conformity, franchise, and mass marketing.
We are Dead because we are White, pale reflections of what was once.
We are Zombies because we are still walking around seeking life.
Here we are!
We embrace Dallas TX, the vast highway, the concrete, the sun reflecting high rise, the sewer pipe spew of adverts, the strip malls, and we love to shop!
Our manifesto is by Photoshop, it is our model, helping us to achieve the seamless cut and paste in the name of originality, comfort, idle pleasure, and visual delight.
Dead White Zombies says: comfort and gratification is the new justice.
Dead White Zombies are simultaneously promiscuous and repressive, formless and proliferate.
We seek and embrace ever so tightly the new wave oxymoron that has enabled us to know all your emotions, all your desires.
Because we recognize and accept that we all, we-you-me, live in the belly of the beast and it comes with a great soundtrack, smells nice, is fully captioned, and colorfully animated blatantly proclaiming how stunning, cool, huge we are.
Look around. The end of history is now. Enjoy. Something else will come along. We hope!
Dead White Zombies want to reign over all the razzmatazz and spastically dance a prosperity into existence by celebrating our age of stripped privacy, terrorism, environmental collapse, failure of government and the rise of the corporate oligarchy.
Dead White Zombies starts from the premise that we know everything about you, except who you are.
We operate by pretending to unite, but instead we actually splinter each man, woman, and child into individually targeted and atomized entities, only to reassemble all back into clarified banality or profound insight. You decide.
Duh? We are all Dead White Zombies!
Dead White Zombies remains unstable, everything we do happens spontaneously through natural and unnatural exuberance, supported by the unfettered play of the market, emotions, and passing thoughts.
We are haunted by the unresolved issues of the past that speak in every image, thought, word, and gesture. But that is just fine.
Our financing is a deliberate haze full of clouded opaque deals, charity, grants, including an erratic flow of mana, coercion, unusual incentives, fragile exemptions, contorted legalities, transferred air rights, carbon swaps, special zoning, off-shore banking, and of course, public-private wheeling and dealing, singing, dancing, and babbling.
Dead White Zombies expands and when it is no longer needed, it thins, reconfigures only to manifest in a new shape elsewhere when and where you least expect.
Because of this tenuous viability, Dead White Zombies has to swallow more and more to survive; our goal is to do anything anywhere and we will gladly assume (or is it shirk) responsibility for both pleasure and enlightenment.
How can we do this?
Dead White Zombies are authorless, yet astonishingly authoritarian. China is our model.
Gleefully we choose theater, performance, media, installation, whatever, as our megalomania to satisfy a dictatorial urge, we are not talking politics here, but entertainment. But aren't they the same?
We will add nothing that you have not seen or heard before, we will just reconfigure and reaffirm offering not canned laughter, but canned euphoria in high concentrations.
And just when you think you know what we are we will change again. We're on the run.
Plans for the future?
Dead White Zombies plans to engulf a whole city, state, nation, planet, universe. The vastness of Dead White Zombies extends to infinity. We work in stealth and heretofore never before seen ways. We don't know what we're doing but it seems to work.
Right now Dead White Zombies are hyperventilating, screaming, laughing and peeing its pants.
We are freewheeling the apocalypse, taking a seemingly harmless joy ride down the central expressway, back and forth back and forth through the heart of the unmitigated ebb and flow of colorful traffic. The mix master delights us. We want to do a performance there.
Are we finished?
Not quite. Take a moment now, reach over and turn the volume of that hot new song up loud to compliment the artificial breeze of air conditioning.
Yes, you have figured us out by now. Dead White Zombies are dedicated to the profound and fundamental coherence of incoherence.
We are simply spastic tragic-comic figures on the top layer of a cultural wedding cake. Stick your finger in, lick the icing. Hummm, taste good!
Are we serious?
No. Yes. Maybe.
Know that we have resolved to stay up late and steadfastly work with all defunct and pumped up mythologies, for that is all that is left of a bygone civilization. We do this for you.
We scrounge for glimmers of meaning and order, picking over the shards of the real we find scattered on the pavement of our Plano cul-de-sac.
But make no mistake, Dead White Zombies are not dummies, though always on the look out for stone washed authenticity, but honestly, we remain a little skeptical, maybe even paranoid, keenly aware of the lure of the sweet smelling shadows of success, smooth surfaces of affluence, and plastic emptiness that can suck us in.
The mirages of substance waver all around. Emphasis on mirage. That's what we do. We make a mirage in the desert. Then, zap! We're gone.
Dead White Zombies says: “Look Ma no-hands!” Yes, the origin of Dead White Zombies goes back to Kindergarten, we make no apologies. We like riding our BMX bikes with the banana seat. We like finger painting on caveman walls. Caves are cool.
Dead White Zombies like spending its life indoors in the chill cool, floating in the massaging crossing currents of life affirming AC.
Dead White Zombies love and relate to the animals in the Dallas Zoo, we often feel like them, looking out at the world wondering who is caged.
Dead White Zombies stares at its computer monitor and each big screen TV in HD home theatre with bass speakers thumping, saying...
“This is our window. Yes, real life is inside there, let me take a little walk in the great outdoors as I sink further into and become one with my nice new sofa. I'm in my very own reality show, how cool is that?"
The next step?
Dead White Zombies will impregnate your mind with a sperm spew of ideas. For you are the new host. You, too, will be, if not already are, a zombie. Yes, hello? You are transforming, it is a process, this is how it happens, it is happening right now. Adjust, get comfortable. Give it time, relax, deep breath, everything is going to be okay.
Need a little more time, some comfort before your transformation? We understand.
How about botox injections, a little collagen plasty in the meanwhile? Go shopping for a new pair of jeans? Buy something online, anything will do. Do something to distract you. Silicone boob implants? Liposuction? Pop some pills, smoke a joint. Only a suggestion.
How about that Penis enlargement or a vaginoplasty? This is Texas and size does matter.
Yes, admit it, you need an upgrade, you are not good enough.
But wait! You can be and do whatever you want says Dead White Zombies.
What the heck is going on?
Simple. There are more and more people, more and more things and needs, fewer and fewer resources, time, space. Helpless, what can we do? Oh no!
You look worried. You should be. Naw, just kidding. Everything is as it should be. Why?
Because Dead White Zombies are the new species.
We are all mindless wanderers, ones and zeros, part of a endless data stream pushed along through the vectors of existence.
You're one of us. You just don't know it yet. Welcome.