Cynthia is a "recovering groupie" who spent her youth taking plaster castings of rock-star genitals and breasts. She's taking the collection on tour, and has put up a giant Flash-site describing her collection. Unfortunately, I couldn't locate any pictures of the castings themselves, which was a bit of a let-down.
One fateful day in college, a homework assignment from my art teacher to plaster cast "something solid that could retain its shape" proved to change my life forever. Pest and I decided to ask band members in town that weekend with the Dick Clark Caravan of Stars if we could cast their solid something's. Popping the question to Paul Revere and the Raiders did not result in a cast. More importantly, I lost my virginity! "The Plaster Casters of Chicago" were thus born.
We had found ourselves the perfect gimmick – something that could make us stand out from all the other teenyboppers and groupies. All we had to do was find a penis-friendly substance to make negative impressions with.
For 2 years we trotted around an official-looking "kit," seeking out musicians willing to let us experiment on them with wax or clay. Even though a single cock had never been casted, word got out through the rock n' roll grapevine about a pair of kinky casting maniacs. Then Pest fell in love with a civilian and was replaced by Dianne – just as the Jimi Hendrix Experience were about to come to town.
(Thanks, Bill!)
