They started on a whim, in a bar called Bar, which would later be confirmed as Collins Bar, but we like Bar better. After perusing the list of beers, history began to write itself. (There was one specific beer on the menu that we can't remember the name of. It was the inspiration for all of this...dang!) Over several tasty beverages, Monica and Brooke discussed their love of everything from Oliver! to the the elderly to causing raucous in parks, streets and sidewalks. Sounds like magic! It should be noted that Monica, ever the lightweight, left Bar at 5am while Brooke, the seasoned debaucher, stayed until 7 or 8am, when she was chased away by the sunrise blaring of Metallica. Oh, and Monica fell asleep in a cab and probably gave the driver way too much money. History was made once again when one evening in Williamsburg, when a transit cop issued Brooke a ticket for smoking on the L platform. After tossing said ticket into the hellish grime of the railroad track, she casually asked Monica if she should play the theremin instead of the xylophone. Monica replied, "Why not both?" Why not indeed. The[obnoxious]Hollering Assholes, from that point on, were a banjo, theremin, xylophone, recorder, kazoo, ankle chime catastrophe of musical proportions.
The[obnoxious]Hollering Assholes are conveniently located in the heart of New York City's Manhattan borough. Although every effort is made to holler and make a raucous on as many blocks as possible, we can't always make it to yours. Unfortunately we are not honoring requests at this time. Special arrangements can be made for birthdays and graduations.
