April 1, 2006 /  Armed with a roll of red tape, a red alien candle, and a “Nowhere Better than Here, Somewhere Better than Here” poster I set out for the steps of City Hall.   After saying hello to the security guard, I set up the stage and sang a RedTapeFreeing Anthem to the beautiful moonkissed architecture and all the bureacratic heaviness that dwells there in.   One day the theatrics of politics we make will be more mutually enjoyable, ok? Yodel oodle oooh, when Who to my wondering eyes did appear from those midnight doors, but a surprised alderman!  Craig Schmidt walked out mid-song and tried to get away from my polite questions about the recently-passed Noise Ordinance  he sponsored.   He didn’t quite know what to make of the proceedings, but then neither did I.  Bless serendipity, we have established a healthier working relationship.     Who owns the airwaves?