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Crowned the Polyester King for his choices of apparel, Pirtle pulled a Christo in the early '90s, wrapping his entire house in the fabric -- accented by two mountain goats roaming the roof.
He's been to the edge more often than the goats during more than a decade of performing as his alter ego, Stu Mulligan, lounge singer supreme. Consider his most classic act: Straight-faced, he delivers a Dylanesque "Lay Lady Lay" to a chicken nesting on -- what else? -- a brass bed. Then he switches to "Like a Rolling Stone" as he downs a dozen eggs. Moving into the appropriate "Blowin' in the Wind," he vomits them back into a bowl.
Finally, a virginal Vanna White assistant takes the bowl to cohort Richie Hubscher, who fries up the regurgitated contents into omelettes -- which he politely offers to the audience.
Over the years, Pirtle has produced some memorable performance art. But his best-known piece is a long-running work in progress, the 1893 Kiam Building at 314 Main. The underground scene gravitated to his ground-floor, eclectic No tsu oH coffeehouse until it closed in 2002. It now gathers privately in the cavernous upper reaches of the venerable old structure.
In almost a decade, this quirky pioneer of the rebirth of downtown has created a counterculture counterbalance to the commercial gold rush of redevelopment in central Houston.
"He thinks of it as a social sculpture, and he's still very much into creating it," collaborator Hubscher says of the Kiam. "I've been watching the downtown scene morph and evolve for years. This is going to be very interesting to see how this goes for him."
Pirtle's Dennis Miller smile hints of impish delights and spontaneous antics.
"If it's something fun, he'll do it, because his universe is in orbit around himself, and he's entertained," explains his friend Nestor Topchy. "Jim's a great guy."
Behind the hair-trigger enthusiasm is the analytical mind of a calculating chess master. It makes you wonder if Pirtle's deal for the Kiam was merely -- as he tries to put it -- dumb luck.
As a kid in suburbia, Pirtle thought of downtown as the place where his dad disappeared during workdays, or where Grandma caught the bus for the trip back to Bryan. "It was an invisible place; it isn't real," he recalls thinking.
At Baylor University, he majored in rebellion against authority. He was an aide at the Austin State Hospital then spent years as a prekindergarten teacher back in Houston. He found himself drifting more and more into the alternative arenas of performance art, skating as an Urban Animal and holding court as the Polyester King or the upchucking Stu Mulligan.
"Oh, it's a disconnect with reality," Topchy says with a laugh about his fellow artist. "That certainly helps. He's clinically narcissistic."
Around a decade ago, miffed that the coffeehouse he frequented didn't allow him to linger over chess games, Pirtle went shopping for his own chess parlor. In 1996, he stumbled onto the rarest of deals, one that reflected just how cadaver-dead downtown was at the time: the long-dormant Kiam Building.
The price: $20,000, plus $100,000 more in back taxes. And it held full inventories from closed pawnshops and clothing stores -- mint-condition relics dating back to the early 1900s. "My street was virtually vacant," Pirtle recalls. "It was so quiet we could go out and throw the Frisbee around, even play golf. No one cared because no one was there."
As for unique downtown destinations, about all that had survived the lean years were the classic Warren's Inn and La Carafe on Market Square. Blocks of buildings remained shuttered and vacant.
The madcap, late-night No tsu oH soon drew underground art crowds, the homeless and hard-core eccentrics of all persuasions. On any given evening, there might be open-mike, modern dance, music or comedy, or just chess, conversation, meditation or deep sleep.
Crowds sometimes mingled throughout the upper floors, cluttered with artwork or artifacts from the stores. Friends recall when the city told him to remove the "Money to Loan" sign from the pawnshop days because it was "willfully" misleading the public.
"But isn't that what art's all about?" Pirtle replied.
"We envisioned No tsu oH as being on the edge of the Theater District -- that there would be a lot more performance houses," Pirtle says. "But there ain't gonna be many more coming in. I thought of my place being the off-Broadway of the Theater District. That's still what I want it to be someday."
But a fire above No tsu oH caused it to close in 2002. To cover expenses, Pirtle had rented his other storefront out to Dean's bar; Clark's music club eventually filled the cavity left by the coffeehouse.