Kristian Hoffman and Lance Loud met in high school back in the early ’70s in Santa Barbara, Calif. After starring in PBS cinéma-vérité documentary An American Family, they formed the Mumps, moved to New York and shared Max’s and CBGB stages with all the legends of the punk/new-wave explosion of 1976: Television, the Ramones, Talking Heads and Blondie. Hoffman and Loud also had front-row seats for the Mercer Arts Center incubation of the New York Dolls, before that. In our book, that grants you unlimited license to open the floodgates. Fop (Kayo), Hoffman’s latest solo album, is an ornate masterpiece of baroque pop, well worth your attention. Hoffman will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our new Q&A with him.
Hoffman: As the Visiting Kids sang, when produced by Mark Mothersbaugh, “Nepotism/Give me a break!” Well, I hope I’m exercising the precise kind of sweet nepotism that makes everyone go for broke! That’s because my longtime BF, Justin Tanner, who is a noted playwright and director in the world of “the theatah” (a world I never knew, but just Google “Pot Mom,” “Voice Lessons,” “Zombie Attack” or “Procreation”), also happens to direct, film, edit and write a web series posted regularly on YouTube called Avenue 43, which I hope you will all subscribe to.
It’s sort of a like an elaborate preview for a b-movie that was never made and never will be. Hmm, do they have other categories? Because in terms of outrageousness, it’s a z-movie, and I mean that in a good way, like Z-Man from Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls! So you get all of the murder, sex, witchcraft, kidnapping, prostitution, haunting and child predation, but none of the exposition or character definition. All of the frosting and none of the cake! Which I personally find deliciously addictive, like that artichoke/crab/mayonnaise, heart-attack-in-a-casserole dip that one gets so jailhouse territorial about at an otherwise friendly buffet.
Besides that: It’s all filmed at our house (at the Avenue 43 off ramp, doncha know), so they’re constantly looking for new angles to make the house look like “some other place,” and it also means that our home is filled almost every Saturday afternoon with the cream of the Los Angeles thespian community and my “rock” friends like songwriter Abby Travis, band leader Steve Moramarco (who not coincidentally directed my video for Fop’s “Hey Little Jesus, Get Out Of That Hole”), bon-mot bon vivant Ian Whitcomb (yes, that Ian Whitcomb) and Justin’s great friends like Todd “True Blood” Lowe, Jonathan Palmer, Patty Scanlon and Chloe Taylor, plus loads of his very skilled repertory, all laughing and showboating and drinking and playing endless Scrabble on the veranda. I.E.: Instant Party! And, I don’t even have to be in it! Once again, I get all of the frosting and none of the cake!
In any case, although I may seem to “nepotize,” Avenue 43 has also been the subject of two separate lecture series at our local university, USC. Here is what some of the students said:
“Encapsulating all that is promising about the emerging webisode genre. Ave 43 runs like a series of mini-trailers. A bizarre grouping of non-sequiturs that transport the audience into some twisted dreamlike dimension.” —Rachel Neubeck
“Keeping track of all the mysterious pregnancies, long-lost brothers, and Passions-style witchery is quite likely impossible. But relax. Enjoying the hell out of this parody punchdrunk on it’s target is a snap.” —Alan
“The stories unspool in a way that suggests this community could reinvent itself endlessly, a plot ludicrously unfurling for all time. Ave 43 reminds us that the web should be where anything is possible and we should flock to it exactly because it is joyously unpredictable, predictably outlandish and endlessly new.” —no name
“The terrifically disturbing cast of characters provide just the right comic relief for any cubicle-imprisoned wage-slave.” —Jason Issoksen
“If you are looking for a quick escape down a nearby L.A. offramp into crazy-ville, then tune into Ave 43. The visual equivalent of a naked transexual clown having sex with a rabid dog on acid.” —E.
These quotes lead me to believe Avenue 43 is not just for family and friends; there’s something here to offend everybody!
Watch my video for “I Can’t Go There With You,” which Justin directed, after the jump.
