Litany Feature: Dhatt: a Journey. - by Corey Goldberg
Look at him wearing that hat. So blissfully unaware of where it might have been. So full of innocent joy and gap-toothed, childlike awe at the possibilities that life holds for a hat-wearing individual such as himself. You might be wondering who that person is. That's Mish. Some people might know him as Brydon, a Scotsman who has coded most of the mechanics of the site you are now reading. Others know him as Remission. Always one for brevity, I decided long ago to shorten that to just "Mish." It stuck, much to my endless amusement.
As I said before, he's Scottish. That means he calls soccer "football." It also means he couldn't see any of the shows on this past ohGr tour. Despondent, he had but one request of me as I embarked on my trip to the New Orleans show. "Corey," he said, "in order to keep my skull warm on these cold, winter nights and to restrain my innermost thoughts from spilling out haphazardly into space like the froth spewing forth from a just opened beer, please purchase me one of those snappy ohGr beanie hats they're selling on tour and ship it back to me." Ever indebted to Mish for, among many other things, his allowance of me calling him "Mish," I agreed to acquire him the hat he so desired.
And we flash forward in time to the New Orleans ohGr show. Many adventures were had before this, but alas, those are stories for another time, to be told by other articles of clothing. There, I successfully managed to purchase Mish's hat, a remarkably uncomplicated procedure when compared to purchasing a hat for one's self, what with all the trying it on and subsequent unearthing of repressed memories of phrenology experiments gone horribly awry. Shortly after, the idea was planted in my mind to not let my tour travels end with a few days of vacation in New Orleans but instead to continue on to the Houston concert, traveling at breakneck speed in a caravan of internet celebrity to reach that show and make it back to New Orleans in time for my flight home. And suddenly my heart ached. It was probably mostly due to the Po' Boy I'd eaten but it was at least partly my intense saditude that Mish could not join us on this journey. I decided then and there that if Mish could not experience this with me then the hat would in his stead. I would endeavor to take photos of this hat throughout the rest of my travels across this great land, allowing the hat to see and experience what Mish could not, capturing it in the most odd and repulsive places imaginable. And then I would post these images on the internet without his knowledge, allowing him to see where the hat had been only after he'd already worn it (see photo above). With the aid of my gathering of traveling companions roaming the land like the party in the worst RPG never made, I did just that.
Assisting with this project, now known simply as "Dhatt," were Bronzebed, Allen Jaeger (artist of Back and Forth 7 and Fixer), Bruce, ImaginaryTruths, and various members of the ohGr touring ensemble. They took and/or appear in some of these photos.
Make no mistake, what you are about to witness is no mere travelogue. It is a chronicle of personal discovery spread across four states, countless truck stop restrooms, and far too many heads to be hygienic.
WILL Dhatt get smothered with post-show post-drinking cheese fry grease? WILL Dhatt be allowed into the Barely Legal club? Just how many bathrooms CAN Dhatt experience in two days? Find out the answers to these questions and more when the Dhatt saga continues right now on the next page:::