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"People in the 1960s were much more naive, and we would sit around trying to come up with things that we could confront people with," Sharpe says via phone from his home in Berkeley, California. "You have to be like 23 or 24 to have this kind of concept in your life."
While you may not have heard of Sharpe, it's likely you've encountered his more professional handiwork: He's done several national TV commercials, recorded bits for National Public Radio, and appeared on many television shows, including Foul-Ups, Bleeps, & Blunders.
His first love, however -- pranks -- blossomed in 1961, when he met Coyle in a San Francisco boarding house, and the two decided to make a career out of playing with people's heads. At that point Coyle already had established himself as a "harmless con man" who managed to trick his way into 116 different white-collar jobs (including a brief stint as a co-pilot for TWA) despite the fact that he had no actual qualifications for any of them, and no intention of actually doing any work; the point simply was to see if he could bluff his way past the interview.
For the next two years, Coyle and Sharpe struggled to get by while spending their days trying to convince perfect strangers to grow feathers on their bodies or hang from a fishing pole at the airport. Forgotten in the Seventies and Eighties, Coyle and Sharpe were rediscovered by ex-Black Flag singer Henry Rollins in the mid-Nineties; Rollins released On the Loose, a compilation of their skits, on his own label, 2.13.61. Audio Visionaries, the duo's latest disc (released on Thirsty Ear), is a collection of material from their archives that provides further evidence of many of these encounters, including attempts to get people to participate in "mutational experiments" and to recruit cult members. One track, "Maniacs in Living Hell," has even been selected to appear in the Whitney Museum's "American Century Sound Works Exhibit." But don't let its high-art credibility mislead you: Most of the humor on the album isn't of the conventional sort, but instead comes from the pure terror and confusion that can be heard in the voices of the victims.
"You have to picture the two of us standing there, talking to people," Sharpe says. "We would always end up getting closer to them. They would be backing up until finally they were pinned to the wall, and we would be saying, 'Please come with us; we want to open up your head.' That would be the fight or flight moment."
Not all the experiments worked. Coyle and Sharpe used to go into mortuaries and explain to the morticians that Coyle wanted to be buried alive so he could start his life over again.
"It never seemed to work out, because those guys are just so uptight," Sharpe explains. "The morticians would ask us who would be at the service, and we would tell them that there would be people and animals. The great moment was when the mortician would say, 'What kind of animals?' and we would always improvise on the type of animal, trying to make each other laugh. There would always be a host of wolverines and zebras and weasels. Once one of us said something, and the two of us just started to laugh. I remember we got completely out of control. We were rolling around on the floor of this mortuary, and the mortician was just sitting there. He had no idea [what was happening.]"
It was a lean couple of years. Sharpe made seven dollars per night on weekends, playing trombone in a jazz band, and Coyle's wife, Naomi, held a conventional job. These were their only means of support. "We sort of survived," says Sharpe. "I had a girlfriend for a while who worked in this deli, and she would bring back unfinished sandwiches."
It was hard enough to explain their strange activities to their families, but it was even harder to explain them to the police. They managed to escape arrest on a few occasions by jumping into streetcars when things went awry. They weren't always so lucky, however.
"We did get arrested once, and we were put in the Hall of Justice in San Francisco," Sharpe recalls. "We asked some guy what the chances were that we could borrow his car for the weekend. He said he didn't know us. We said that when we brought the car back, he would learn that he could love and trust other people. Evidently he thought we were trying to rob him, so when we went down the street to interview someone else, the cops pulled up in this car and came out with guns. They grabbed the briefcase out of my hand -- they didn't know it was a tape recorder -- and they arrested us. They held us in jail and put us in a lineup the next day. It was kind of scary. We were going to trial three or four months later, and the judge took us in the back room. The tape recorder had been running throughout the whole arrest, and you could hear the cops bullying us, so the judge said, 'If you guys never play this tape anywhere, we'll let you off.'"