Big Brother

Big Brother isn’t watching us — we’re watching him. Or, rather, we’re watching what he wants us to watch. Big Brother is actually a black-haired Buddhist named Eric Moore, whom we discovered at the Empire Room one Tuesday. As the area’s only video DJ (or VJ, but without the MTV stooge connotations), he was shining sexy, spacey, weird images on a screen while DJ Tulipana spun new wave and postpunk. At first it was impossible to determine whether the videos were actually the videos for the songs we were hearing. Turns out they weren’t. Chalk that illusion up to synaesthesia, the blending of the senses — in this case, sight and hearing. But don’t worry, you won’t leave the experience hearing colors and tasting shapes like a true synaesthete. Instead, look at Big Brother’s Ministry of Love (if you haven’t gotten the Orwell allusions yet, then it’s time to move to Eurasia) as an organization dedicated to uniting the higher experience of art with the base pleasures of nightlife. Can your DJ Funkee Fresh do that? We didn’t think so.