We sat down with the host of the Rock and Rave Circus, Monsieur Plastique, to ask him the clothes off of his body. Which wasn’t a lot to begin with. “This pair of underpants is worth more than your entire outfit, and you wouldn’t even be able to cram you ass in it, so shut it!”

When would you call a party a good party, and what´s your part in it?
Oh fuck, what a question! Sometimes I want to lay in a damp corner completely out of my ass at a basement party where the schranz trashes through the areas, and at other times I want gorgeous people around me who can dance fabulously and preferably don’t smell like anus. So my part in a party is different everytime I go out.

How do you like your audience?
Sweaty and wild! I want people to react on what’s going on! I want to see runny make-up, stained underwear and worn-out soles! And at the end of the night everybody should be so exhausted that everybody has to be taken home by stretcher.

What are you like when you’re just sitting at home at night? Are you enthusiastically announcing the broccoli you take out of your fridge?
Me eating broccoli? Don’t be silly! When I’m a night at home I’ll be bare-assed on the couch watching stupid movies, listening to music or whatever. But most of the times I’m recuperating from a heavy weekend. Which normally takes about 4 days.

Whose birthday would you really like to host?
I’ve thought long and hard about this one, but I have no idea! Maybe the birthday of Marijke Helwegen. In her luxurious house. Her in a Bambi outfit hopping through the place and me in a doctor’s coat holding a silver platter full of needles filled with botox to accomodate the guests. With, obviously, the warm voice of Bennie Nijman in the background.

In your Bas Kosters outfit you shed layer after layer during the Rock and Rave Circus show. In the end, you’re almost naked. Do you feel comfortable then?
Of course I do! I’m not that difficult with those kind of things, and at the time I have to walk around in that outfit I already consumed an adequate amount of vodka/beer, so then I don’t care at all anymore. And if somebody laughs at me, I just think: This pair of underpants is worth more than your entire outfit, and you wouldn’t even be able to cram you ass in it, so shut it!

Did you notice a difference in audience between Amsterdam and Utrecht?
Yes I did. Amsterdam is a see and be seen scene. Everybody was a bit more reserved over there. In Utrecht it took them longer to loosen up, but damn, they went exponentially harder! The mosh pit over there, what the fuck! But from both locations I loved the fact that everybody took effort in dressing up! Hopefully this will be the same for the other editions!

Describe your ideal groupie.
I want somebody naughty who is indifferent to my absolute succes. He has to slap me sometimes and tell me to cook dinner, has to be able to chop wood and have big wood as well! And a lot of money is preferable as well! And a face like James Franco or Robert Pattinson. Boys, if you read this, call me!

Is there anything you can do with your body that would make you a good circus act yourself?
I’m hyper mobile! This means that I can dislocate my shoulders and hips whenever I want, I can bend my fingers to extreme angles and I have very, very elastic skin. And I can put abnormal shitloads of beer in my tiny body!

If you could be an animal, which would you choose to be?
A capuchin monkey! They’re so cute! Swinging around, eating bananas, picking the fleas of off each other’s backs… Ahhhhh.

If you could change anything in this world?
Get rid of all the money! I read something really interesting a little while ago about the ideal way our society should function. It explains that money will be obsolete and everybody will have equal access to all world’s recources. Probably unattainable but a person can always dream. On to the Utopia!

What will you be telling your friends in the nursing home many, many years from now about the Rock and Rave Circus?
I’ll know when the tour is done, but up till now I can really appreciate the shitstained panties Joost is wearing! But the entire production is great as well! And Brussels is also gonna be wild, becasuse the week before I’ll be in Poitiers to relax, then off to Paris for a photoshoot, after that to the plastic surgeon in Antwerp, the day after the tour in Brussels and after a few hours of sleep it’s off to Istanbul for another performance! AAAAAAH