On the evening of Jack Smith’s performance as Sinbad Glick in Exotic Landlordism of the World, the house was packed. Jack, his cast, and considerable entourage were upstairs readying themselves for the show. It began with the most exotic music piped down from upstairs: antique Persian love songs, North African dance music, Hollywood B-movie music and other obscure entrancements from the unique collection of Jack Smith. This went on for hours. No one took the stage. The audience became a party, but hardly the party that must have been going on upstairs. Anticipation charged the mood.

Finally, the players in elaborate flowing costume descended to the stage. Jack Smith’s landlordism that night was devious, erotic and perplexing. The next morning I went up to the second floor “dressing room” and found artworks had been altered. Things were missing. Nail Polish and Drugs had [an] emptied out gel cap with the colorful time-release particles suspended in epoxy and a dozen tablets from a prescription bottle found in an empty lot. The tablets were some kind of dog medicine that even the drug addicts who frequented this particular lot had discarded. However, during Jack Smith’s goings-on, up on the second floor, six of the tablets had been picked off—sacrificed to the ur-reality of the night.

— Bobby G on the Times Square Show, A BOOK ABOUT COLAB (AND RELATED ACTIVITIES)