FOLLYWOOD

Follywood is a 300m2 modular space with lots of interesting devices for making waveforms and turning them into very long sequences of 1s and 0s, it has lots of pretty and strange objects arranged in interesting ways and a temperamental coffee machine named Del. You can make lots of noise here without disturbing anyone. It’s also great for dancing, singing and sitting in a serious circle for spiritual purposes.

HISTORY

Once upon a time, in the heady days of the mid 19th century, an enterprising capitalist named Jean Francois Cail built a farm. On that farm, he raised some chickens, but not in the old fashioned way: instead of letting a few dozen chooks roam around the yard and eat kitchen scraps, he built a giant 3 story edifice, crammed the little bastards in by the thousand and stuffed them with grain. The chickens were not happy with this and conspired with the local swamp spirits to bring ruin upon his house. The farm collapsed, two world wars happened and then in the 1960s the 3 story building burned almost to the ground. It was rebuilt with cheap cinder blocks and asbestos roof tiles up to half of its former height and a local farmer kept his cows there until another enterprising gentleman decided to build a reception hall for budget weddings. He tiled the place, added a fake ceiling and some air conditioners then ran out of money and came asking his neighbour (an australian waveform wrangler) for help. Thus began the new life of Follywood. After hosting a series of underground tekno raves, a Louisiana swamp witch moved in, cleaned out the rivers of empty black beer cans cans and started making the place look nice so she could focus on cutting up old magazines and glueing them to pieces of cardboard in artful ways. Many interesting people came to smoke cigarettes and watch her do this until eventually some of them started playing musical instruments together. Eventually someone thought to bring some microphones in and record the musicians until one day a professional studio salesman convinced the musicians to make other musicians pay for the privilege. They did this for several years whilst a crew of visually minded folk started pinning strange things to the walls. This is more or less the state you’ll find the space in today, who knows what its future holds, come visit and maybe you’ll have a part to play…