the only reason to go to Disneyland in 1983

Some people I just can't handle. This dude is one of them. Michael Iceberg and the Amazing Iceberg Machine wowed theme park audiences for years. He was as big as Space Mountain. With just his gigantic mirror pyramid and and a few hundred thousand dollars worth of electronics, he lunged toward what he believed was the future of music. Evidently, the future of music at times bore a strong resemblance to Elton John fronting Europe. He's so into being Michael Iceberg and the Amazing Iceberg Machine that it's insane. He is an earnest man. Hunter S. Thompson once referred to Iceberg as "crazier than me." For years his recorded output was limited to Disney-inspired pieces (if you want your gear wrecked, go straight to "Robot Revolt"): "It's a Small World After All" and the like. In his later years it seems that Iceberg devoted his energies to the works of classical composers. What do you say about a man who thought of himself as an innovator, but whose musical style has not changed in 25 years?

In case you need a good attraction for your next block party, Michael and his Machine are a road act. A few years ago, he blew the top off McFarland, CA and made someone's life. I want to hold a kickass house party, invite Iceberg, and call it "Iceberg as fuck!" At least that's what all the flyers would say.