I’ve thought about that. I want to continue Baboon 3 because I actually grew to really enjoy the project as an outlet for my funny, ridiculous side that I could never fully incorporate into Nursing Home. The problem is that Defacto and I are not so close now and also the whole joy of the project was the anonymity factor. I’d feel weird even posting as Baboon 3 now…
I can’t tell you how much of a blast we had making those recordings though. A LOT of time and effort went into those 2 songs. For instance the sex sounds in “Niggers 'n Spooks 'n KKKoons, Oh My!” were Stephen fucking this girl and slapping her with a belt and we had a mic on the other side of the door. Then she came out for a walk of shame pee in the bathroom and Defacto was all “how’s yo mama girl?”. It all happened in one session as we were recording the song, spontaneously.
Months later we played that girl the song and she just kind of sat there with her hands folded in her lap, dumbfounded.
Also I don’t know if anyone ever remembers this incident??

But this was a real party that took place at the Bushwick apartment and we actually did a live performance of “Niggers 'n Spooks 'n KKKoons, Oh My!” (this was before “poor boi” was written).
We were tripping on acid and all of these stupid hipsters had come to the party. It was Defacto’s birthday and we had done a 9/11 cake complete with frosted twin towers and little plastic planes flying into them.
Anyway, the hipsters were already kind of weirded out by us but then we decided to perform “Niggers 'n Spooks 'n KKKoons, Oh My!”. We had an enormous PA outside in our shithole backyard and I played it via iPod. Defacto got on a microphone through the PA and delivered what must have been the most racist, homophobic, politically incorrect diatribe known to mankind.
Meanwhile myself and Neil, the singer from BLACKBOMBS, lit American flags on fire to celebrate the occasion. We also had a giant plastic Santa Claus and I had painted a swastika on its forehead. We set it ablaze with lighter fluid.
At this point the hipsters literally fled the party in droves, completely weirded out. Meanwhile this is Bushwick, Brooklyn. A pretty much all Spanish and black neighborhood albeit slowly gentrifying, and we are blaring this shit outside at 4am.
I kid you not, the windows in the apartments all around us opened and people were screaming at us in spanish and english “shut the fuck up! I’m gonna fuckin kill you! etc”. Someone in our own apartment building who lived above us actually opened their window and dumped a bunch of trash down on us. By this time Defacto had climbed a top a rusted ladder which was meant for hanging clothes on a laundry line, with the microphone, and his rant had gone into an anti-Mexican diatribe against beaners. It got actually scary as people were throwing glass bottles and shit at us.
We actually fled inside finally because we were on acid and we thought we would have to face the consequences of our hate mongering. Luckily no one fucked with us after that though. I think they were actually disturbed and afraid of us at that point because they must have though after all the shit going on in that apartment that we were completely psychotic, and they wouldn’t have been entirely wrong…
EDIT - also I should note that when I put that image on here about the 9/11 party, I thought the veil would have been lifted then, because you can clearly see Defacto as “the birthday queen” and I had previously posted pictures of him in BLACKBOMBS, so the connection to me was obvious, but luckily no one was paying close enough attention…