The ballad of Peter and Raymond

FRAMELINE FILM FEST: A legendary local odd couple gets its due in Shut Up Little Man! An Audio Misadventure

Eddie Lee "Sausage" and Mitchell "Mitch" Deprey found audio gold in Lower Haight

Once upon a time (1987 to be exact), two young men who were old friends moved to San Francisco from the Midwest to take in all the big city had to offer. Like many 20-somethings, Eddie Lee "Sausage" and Mitchell "Mitch D" Deprey didn't have a lot of money and wound up living in a somewhat derelict apartment in the Lower Haight with a bright pink exterior they dubbed "the Pepto Bismol Palace." The paint was peeling and the walls were thin but the rent was cheap.

What Eddie and Mitch didn't count on was having Peter J. Haskett and Raymond Huffman as their neighbors. "You blind cocksucker. You wanna fuck with me? You try to touch me, and I will kill you in a fucking minute." "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, little man!"

The insults, tantrum-throwing, and threats of violence (which sometimes crossed over into actual fisticuffs) coming from next door were constant. When they weren't drinking like fishes, Peter — acid-tongued, gay — and Ray — the more hotheaded of the two and an unrepentant homophobe — seemingly devoted their every waking hour to mercilessly tearing each other apart.

Weeks went by. Eddie and Mitch started to lose sleep. And after one failed attempt at complaining to Raymond's face (he threatened death), they started tape-recording Peter and Ray's endless geyser of vitriol — first, as possible future evidence — but also out of a growing voyeuristic fascination with these two seniors who had to be the world's oddest and angriest odd couple.

The rest is history. Mitch and Eddie started including snippets of Peter and Ray's bickering on mixtapes for friends. Somehow, the editor of the now-defunct SF noise music zine Bananafish heard a snippet and approached Mitch and Eddie about distributing compilations of the recordings to a large network of found sound fans. Gradually "Peter and Raymond" became known and much-beloved characters. Their warped repartee — frequently referred to using Raymond's favorite rejoinder, "Shut up, little man!," as shorthand — inspired several theatrical adaptations, short animated films, pages of comic book panels by artists such as Daniel Clowes, and even a one-off single from Devo side project the Wipeouters. SF Weekly did a cover story and there were reams of additional press. Hollywood types called wanting to know who owned the rights to Peter and Raymond. Things had gotten big.

"Shut Up Little Man has been an enchanted, messy cultural accident," reflects Sausage (he's kept the moniker) over a Skype conference call. "It was a personal obsession and a private joke that in a very curious way became an underground cultural phenomena." Sausage, a visual artist and musician who supports himself as a rare-book seller, remains, in his words, "the official custodian" of Shut Up Little Man's (SULM) legacy, which is copiously detailed on its website.

Deprey — who now works as an insurance agent in Wisconsin where he lives with his wife and teenage children — is also on the line. Although Sausage is doing most of the talking, he interjects from time to time to provide clarification. We are discussing Matthew Bate's documentary Shut Up Little Man! An Audio Misadventure — perhaps the squarest peg in Frameline 35's lineup. As much an attempt to comprehensively recount the above long, strange trip from start to finish, the film is also the newest chapter in the now 20-year saga of Peter, Raymond, Mitch, and Eddie.

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