"Now you just want idle gossip. Very mainstream of you. There were plenty of boring moments when everybody became collectively self-absorbed in the possibility that we weren't doing the best job we could and that we weren't growing fast enough. It was a kind of alternative market capitalism. A small business made up of artists, pirates, market terrorists. Our idea was to create a movement. The next thing after punk-grunge-industrial-hardcore. Whatever. How could we do it? We weren't really all that innocent, I mean, c'mon, we had ALL grown up watching TV. TV was our genre. Whether we were painters, sculptors, performance artists, novelists, whatever. We were junkies. The images that infiltrated our souls were us. We were them. That was WHO we saw ourselves as being. So we just pirated the whole irony thing and became way hip. Way chic. You know, the original pirates at sea were capitalists par excellence. For The Warehouse station, our violent seas of Net activity, our pervasion of bodily and virtual realities, were just as viral as any multi-national bio-media strain. We always played ourselves as different because in going with the satellite, in transponding our aesthetic principles in severe acts of ultra-creative propaganda, we were saying: Everybody has a right to free speech. Very Amerikan, wouldn't you say?"