Adam and Peter are on an Excellent Adventure.

Over the past week, Peter and I have been putting a lot of thought into the history of bohemias in the late twentieth century. We have also been talking about the hey day of gen-x dude culture: epitomized by the satiric duo of Bill and Ted. These two sources of inspiration drove us onto our own excellent adventure!

If you are going to go back in time you need two things: 1) guts; and, 2) a time machine. Peter and I knew we had the guts, but the time machine...
We decided to talk to the people at the Home Depot tool rental department. Sure enough, they had exactly what we needed.

An un-named investor in the Adam and Peter project helped us with the transportation of this gargantuan peice of machinery, and arranged for its installation in a top secret Williamsburg warehouse space. Here we go!

WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!

1st stop: Woodstock. Peter and I spent a few days perusing the crowds at this notorious event, and learned that there was a brighter future on the horizon. That future was up to the youth to create. It would be peaceful, and sex would be free. In the yellow shirt above, Peter is tripping pretty hard on a wicked Hendrix guitar solo.

After woodstock, we set our time machine back a few years, and headed over to San Francisco in the Haight Ashbury days of the middle sixties. Peter was hanging out with Ken Kesey and all of the merry pranksters on some kind of fluorescent bus. I decided to try my hand at some collective action when it occured to me that — if succesful — my efforts would have removed Peter from North America. My logic: if there was no war, Peter's family would have never moved from Vietnam to Canada, hence creating the possibility of a time paradox that may have resulted in the world's implosion. Upon this realization, I quickly dropped the sign and went to find Peter.

The sixties were pretty cool and all, but we felt like we should move on, as we only had the Home Depot rental for 24 hours. We hadn't the wits to realize that you can take a time machine back any time you like (as you can travel through time with it). Had we known this, we would have paid for a four hour rental, and not a 24hr rental, and saved 12 dollars. Here I am, having a cup of tea with the Sex Pistols and giving the finger to someone who may or may not support the Queen.

After our lunch with the punks, we decided to visit the birth place of contemporary dance music: the Hacienda. It was funny: it looked and sounded exactly like a lot of the parties we attend around New York these days. We felt an eery sense of deja vu, and decided to book it for a big Manchester Rave instead.

Du du du du du du du du du du dee dee dee dee dee dee dee...
Peter had a wicked time. He was acting strangely, and talking a lot, but he seemed really really happy. He professed his love for everyone and everything with the frequency of a man possessed.

note: If you are wondering if you can be hungover from drugs that you did while traveling through the past, the answer is "yes," as Peter will attest to. The human physiology maintains intact when traveling through time — if you die in the past you still die.

For some reason Peter misspelled "East Village 1980's" and we were taken on a seemingly endless time tunnel that dropped us off in front of these two love birds somewhere in the Cretacious period. Pictured here: Peter sorting out the problem with the Home Depot tech support guy.

Our final stop was Seattle in the heyday of grunge rock. It was pretty agro and depressing, but we got to crowd surf. Time for us to head back to the future! Thanks, young bohemians of all eras! Don't sell out!