I think it was a small group of performance artists living in a commune in Muncie, Indiana. One day they just woke up and saw the futility of wrapping miles of freeway guardrail in tin foil and calling it "art".......not too mention living in Muncie. As they stared at each other over a breakfast of soy milk and All-Bran, they collectively had one thought............"Jesus Christ! We need to get our shit together!"

And indeed they did.

Spaw