Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I fall down


Every muscle in my body hurts. It really is an eye-opener how out of shape I am. I really get a good perspective about how my body gets used to the twist and turns and bangs I have in the show everyday. I don't get sore from all of that, but once I do anything new and strenuous, I get sore beyond all comprehension. I can't believe I got on with the show today.

Yesterday, master juggler Anthony Gatto and I worked on a collaboration for his suite of circus skills instructional videos. Anthony asked me to put together a stage pratfalls how-to. I was reluctant at first, thinking it's really not my thing. But really, when Gatto asks you to do something like this, you can't turn him down.

I've seen his videos for how to juggle three balls and seven balls. Quite a leap between the disciplines, I know, but both are marketed to very different groups of people, obviously. I was able to get a sense of his teaching style, which is very thorough and accessible, and it's fun to watch. So it was easy to tap into his style for my own how-to.

I spent a few days writing out how to physically fall down on stage--super strange--keeping in mind that I would be going back and forth between showing the moves and talking about the moves in front of a green screen.

He's editing it together now, and he hopes to have it done by mid-October. Stay tuned!

Friday, September 25, 2009

I can't go on, I'll go on


I received a sad email today from Ernest Hemmings of Test Market announcing the end of the Las Vegas' Annual Samuel Beckett Festival.

In 2007, Robin and I decided to officially collaborate on our first theatrical production as LionHeart Theatrics at the 5th Annual Fest. We produced Act Without Words I & II. It was very successful and a delight to work with Ernest, his wife, Fran, and all the other collaborators that year. That experience brought back floods of great memories of my time in Chicago with Defiant Theatre--working in dusty, cold, less-than-desirable conditions in order to produce something very special and meaningful for our audiences and ourselves. In the attached letter, I feel Ernest comes down hard on himself, but my wife quickly and deftly tries to pick him back up. Her response follows his letter.

I can't go on.
I've learned a lot from former President GW Bush. You won't hear many people say that, which is a shame because he made enough mistakes to educate everyone on how to avoid causing multiple disasters. The main disaster that comes to mind is the multi-trillion dollar cluster-fuck we've come to know and love as the Iraq War. Completely high on the idea of American righteousness, he refused to listen to the U.N. Inspectors and instead took the warhawk advice from Dick "The Penguin" Cheney, and invaded the nation with enough shock and awe to give the U.S. complete access to the sleeping scorpion. Weeks into the invasion it was clear that the "Weapons of Mass Destruction" didn't exist and the hundreds of lives and billions of dollars were a waste.
Now, at this point, Former (I love saying that) President G.W.Bush could have stepped back a few feet from the situation, realized that he was lied to about the supposed "smoking gun", turned to the American people, and simply stated "there is no point in going any further, we were wrong" and, like Catholic birth control, pulled out. He would have saved 5000+ U.S. soldiers' lives, 100,000+ Iraqi civilians' lives, and trillions of dollars (which, by the way, would have paid for Single Payer Health Care for the next 30 years). Instead of shedding his own ego, taking the political blows, and dealing with the very real situation that there would be no end in sight, he arrogantly trudged the nation deeper and deeper into an ever-expanding problem that he agitated with each passing minute. At the end of the day, even the chest-thumping Glen Beck fans have to wonder if it was all worth it.
It is no coincidence that active battle is refered to as "theater" in the military.
The Annual Samuel Beckett Festival started out as a challenge between two friends who were bored to death of producing comedy...or, more accurately, it was a demonstration of skill to keep both of us (Test Market is a two person opperation) from being cemented into the "comedy" category. It was a one-night only performance stunt in a junk yard (aka The KGPA) witnessed by a total of 30 random strangers. The lighting "system" consisted of two par cans tied (literally) to 2X4s, and the "stage" was the concrete slab that happened to be in front of a trailer on the property. 6 years later we found ourselves in a 20k square foot warehouse, producing multiple shows over a period of four weeks and operating at an average loss of 10k per year. Prior to Holland Hemmings' arrival into this world we (Test Market) chalked up the losses as "collateral damage" and, like former President Bush, trudged forward, even when all signs pointed to "crazy".
Is it still worth it? Should I double down on stupid? Spending 2 months away from my family is equivilent to abondoning them (I am amazed that single mothers don't go complete batshit). To what nitwit purpose will all this serve in the end aside from expanding the entertainment options in this town by one? As I begin to re-learn Endgame and make frantic phone calls to fill roles in this and other plays, I'm kept awake at night asking myself these questions over and over.
No. It's not.
The beginning is at the end? Quite possibly. In any case it seems that I would be able to contribute more to the art community by buying art than producing the 7th installment of the Iraq War. So this is me pulling the plug. This is me admitting that there are no weapons of mass destruction and making my troops go back home. A non-traditionalist creating a tradition seems absurd enough on its own, but moving forward for the sake of ego is (as the Weatherman/Negativland would say) totally stupid.
So this is the end. We appreciate your support of this enormous effort, but we have to close the doors and narrow our vision. I'm sure you can understand.
Kind Regards,
Ernest Hemmings
Test Market
And Robin's response...
RIP Beckett Festival!!!!  You will be missed...
Ernest, I truly wish some cushy sponsorship would pop up to make it a winning situation for you, your family and and your audience, but that does not seem forthcoming, alas!
The only thing I don't agree with in your statement is when you said you would have kept it going for ego.  You are more like Obama than Bush, my friend, if we must beat the presidential analogy senseless, and I believe your mission was an altruistic (not egotistic) one: to give the gift of theater to your neon-dazzled Vegas community.  I was the lucky recipient of that gift, as well as a participant.  Taking part in the Beckett Festival with you, Fran, Wes, Andy, the musicians, and my man Jimmy was a supreme highlight of my time in Vegas, and I cherish the memory.  Hell, even my camper van had a drive-on role!  It was pure, hard-core, underground, messy, artful magic.  I left a bit of my heart in that dusty warehouse, and Jim literally left his blood on the stage.  I thank you for your time and love and dedication, and the memories will be with us forever.
Much love to you and the family and blessings on all your future endeavors!
~Robin 
 

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Kooza Prep

At this point, I've performed about 500 shows of Kooza. And this is how I start every day of work.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

"Le Box" - It's French for The Box


Last night, the technicians, administrators and other non-performing workers of Kooza presented, "Le Box", a full-on, no-holds-barred, no-punches-pulled parody of Kooza.

The evening started with a hilarious video presentation of Kooza bloopers, compiled by Ganji, edited by Teign-Teign, and played in a loop on the big screens in the concession area. As expected, alternate reactions of gut-busting laughing and eye-shielding cringing filled the room for this preshow presentation. The good folks at New Belgium, once again, came through as heros by providing SIX kegs of free beer for the festivities.

The animation began with very clever conglomerations of preshow characters, including Phil as a combo handyman/delivery man/maternity nurse, graphically delivering Mathilde's "baby" in the Guy Laliberte's seats.

Andree's very touching turn as the Innocent opened with a kite-flying attempt, only to succeed in shooting a bird with a gun. Bo entered spectacularly, re-invisioning the Trickster as the late Michael Jackson, complete with single white glove.

A pajama-clad Charivari cast slept-walked onto stage, danced the Macarena, and hopped around on inflatable bouncy balls.

Some of the more manlier technicians gave a turn as the contortionists, barely hiding their own frames with their show blacks, and having impossibly skinny foam appendages attached to their arms and legs. It degenerated into a big Twister game, led by Vera on microphone calling the positions in the fashion of her stage management cue-calling.

After a funny, split bowling scene revealed dueling trapeze girls, Matias entered with a flourish and actually performed a jaw-dropping, impressive version of the number. Jessica, still dressed in her Yulia trapeze outfit, remained on the sidelines flirting with and distracting Jimbo as he tried to manipulate the rigging.

Phil and Dominique took to the stage for duo unicycle--or more accurately, duo stationary cycle. Dominique was hilarious as Diana with her ubiquitous book in hand the entire act.

Hand-to-Hand was next featuring Andree and JC in the old Hand-to-Hand costumes, deftly yet ineptly rolling around on the ground and on each other.

The clowns came out for some inappropriate audience interaction. I was especially, and delightfully, disturbed as Marie-France, dressed as my character sat on my lap. Surreal and meta-theatrical.

The last number of the first act of course was High Wire. Two rolling platforms were brought in to represent the upper wire, while the stage itself sufficed as the low wire. Highlights included a round of manly patty-cake and cardboard cutouts of the Spaniards' actual cars representing the bicycles. All the while, Jessica as lead singer danced in the bataclan with possessed abandon. The quartet appropriately took an inappropriate number of bows.

Drew as Heimlos announced a 20 minute beer-drinking intermission.

The second act began with Liz in her turn as the Innocent, summoning the masts to light up. She got the order of the last two wrong, and I'm not sure if it was intended or not, but either way it was very funny.

Crooner began with the cast in makeshift skeleton tights making their entrance and the clowns running out of the trap pursued by a human-sized rat. Mary Manon did a bang-up job singing as Crooner in the bataclan, and the lineup of all-male skellettes featured a lot more skin and diapers than I was expecting from the evening.

The Wheel of Death was brought in, but Jimbo played it solo on a treadmill on casters, thanks in part to Andy and Dylan as not-so-invisible roadies and several failed attempts to throw the jumprope.

JF's hard work practicing on the trailer drum kit paid off, as he performed a flawless drum solo in full rat costume. Michael cut it short by shooting him with a toy gun and finished the solo himself.

After a passage with the Mystere snail playing the pooping rat, Pickpocket began with Collette entering from the trap door in clown hat, purple suit, and bottle of Jager. She brought up Gracie as a "volunteer" having pointless chatter with her, while stealing unseemly objects from her pockets, including a bullet belt, a whip, a gun, and knives. As Gracie was led off the stage, Collette deftly tore off her rip-away clothes, revealing Gracie's underthings.

It was Annie and Phil's turn to play Juggler and Assistant, respectively. The rolling juggling table doubled as a baby carriage that they both doted on from time to time and gave the "baby" a nice nippled bottle of vodka. Annie successfully, and repeatedly, flashed three balls as her major juggling trick. After a few failed attempts at balancing a ball on her head, Phil brought her into the bataclan and nailed the ball there, which the audience witnessed behind the curtain in shadow play. She was then placed on a rolling dolly and bowled over three bowling pins as their finale. During the act, they creatively (if not that successfully) announced that Annie was expecting Phil's baby.

Clown Crown was replaced by a ukulele-wielding Jimbo recreating my performance in the Kooza Cabaret in St. Paul. He lipsynced the second half of Total Eclipse of the Heart, complete with fabric-throwing and empty-seat-surfing. When he got to the stage, Edwin as Criss Angel magically floated out of the trap door to the Mindfreak music. Jimbo screamed at him for interrupting him, making it absolutely clear that what he was holding was MY FIRST UKULELE that I learned to play on. After triumphantly calling Criss Angel a douchebag, he smashed the uke on his back and slid him back into the trap, before cheerily exiting there himself.

Chinese Chairs was next starring Steve and about seven stackable outdoor chairs. It was Aleta's turn to sing quite well in the background during the number. Steve tried in vain to ignore several persistent longe offerings and a human-sized bat. Finally, at his last trick, right on cue, an annoying train sound blew by.

For the Teeterboard finale, the cast came out as cheerleaders, complete with pompoms, attempting small human pyramids and lamely diving onto a mat.

The whole evening was a monumental success. For such a slapdash, crackerjack parody, the organizers, cast and crew did a fantastic job of smoothly, creatively and hilariously recreating the show in their own vision. I was reenergized by the experience and am proud to be a part of such a fun-loving family.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Better Red Than Dead


Awesome. I can't find the origin, but it's pretty great...  

"This morning I was awakened by my alarm clock powered by socialist electricity generated by the municipal power utility. I then took a shower in the socialist clean water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on the socialist radio to one of the FCC regulated channels to hear the socialist National Weather Service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determine what the weather was going to be like using socialist satellites designed, built, and launched by the socialist National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of socialist US Department of Agriculture inspected food and taking the socialist drugs which have been determined as safe by the Food and Drug Administration.  

"At the appropriate time, as kept accurate by the socialist National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory, I get into my socialist National Highway Traffic Safety Administration approved automobile and set out to work on the socialist roads build by the socialist local, state, and federal departments of transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the socialist Environmental Protection Agency, using socialist legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank. On the way out the door, I deposit any mail I have to be sent out via the socialist US Postal Service and drop the kids off at the socialist public school.  

"If I get lost, I can use my socialist GPS navigation technology developed by the United States Department of Defense and made available to the public in 1996 by President Bill Clinton who issued a policy directive declaring socialist GPS to be a dual-use military/civilian system to be managed as a national socialist asset.  


"After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the socialist workplace regulations imposed by the socialist Department of Labor and the socialist Occupational Safety and Health Administration, enjoying another two meals which again do not kill me because of the socialist USDA, I drive my socialist NHTSA car back home on the socialist DOT roads, to my house which has not burned down in my absence because of the socialist state and local building codes and socialist fire marshal's inspection, and which has not been plundered of all it's valuables thanks to the socialist local police department.  

"I then get on my computer and use the socialist Internet which was developed by the socialist Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and browse the socialist World Wide Web using my graphical web browser, both made possible by Al Gore's socialist High Performance Computing and Communication Act of 1991. I then post on www.freerepublic.com and Fox news forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can't do anything right."

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Company Man


We had the good folks from The Handsome Little Devils sit and watch the show from backstage tonight. While I haven't see their shows, I have poured over their website and have gotten great testimonials from the wife and other good friends.

Just the thought of a neo-traveling vaudeville show putting on hyper-creative, fun, outdoor theatre for all ages and types, on their own dime is pretty spectacular. It really hit home for me the fact that I'm a company man. I'm doing what I love, but there's a lot that I love or loved about doing free, guerrilla, or even community theatre.

It's really difficult to even think of giving up good, steady pay, health insurance, and the ability to raise a baby without financial worry. But getting the energy off of these guys really makes it more attractive.

I don't know what the future holds. Anything could happen to change plans, but today brought on a new perspective on the direction my life is headed.

I thank those guys for that.

Friday, September 18, 2009

I'mma let you finish!


I found it amusing that Kanye got up and ripped the mic from Taylor Swift and paid tribute in his way to Beyonce. I'm pretty surprised at how seriously everybody took it, though. Especially the prez. I'm surprised he even had the energy to make a flip comment about Kanye being a jackass. The whole MTV award process is a jackass. And it's riduculous that Kanye himself went all mea culpa afterwards. It's not the Grammy's for god sakes. That at least has an air of dignity around it. News flash: Any MTV award doesn't really count! People are in it for the outrageousness and naughtiness!

Remember when Lil Kim wore that over the top dress with the one boob exposed except for a pastie, and Diana Ross felt her up? The guy from Rage Against the Machine climbed the set one year and was arrested afterwards. Tommy Lee and Kid Rock fighting over Pamela Anderson. Hell, Michael Jackson even kissed a girl that one time!

And the biggest shocker of them all: Taylor Swift won! It was obvious that Beyonce's video would sweep, so they threw Swift a bone. Cuz nothing matters!

Best line regarding this found today on Twitter on this the Jewish New Year: "Yo jews. I'm real happy for you and I'mma let you finish but the Chinese have the best new year of ALL TIME!"

Me Me Me Me Me Me




I'm now wired into every one of the most popular (read: common) online social-networking/self-promotion/nonsense-posting-place thingamabob that a person can sign up for.

1) Blogger - This is now starting to be an obsession for me. I'm really wracking my brain for interesting things to note and write about life. A friend of mine (Laura Scott Wade) wrote me (on Facebook) telling me how great it was to see me blogging. That she tried to do it everyday, with varying degrees of success. That got me to try this everyday thing myself. We'll see how long it lasts, I'm really gonna try for it. Once the baby comes, it could go either way. Either I'll be posting more, or not at all.

2) Facebook - I can't live without this thing. All my friends in one place. When I'm mass notifying people, this is my go-to, and I have to keep a separate list of non-Facebook people so they're not left out of the loop. I've read some things about the evils of Facebook. Anything that is THAT powerful, that you're THAT dependent upon, that people who don't use it are almost ostracized, should not be in existence. That it's own popularity is its downfall. Seems counterintuitive to me, and like I said, all my friends in one place. It's better than email!

3) Twitter - I'm still getting the hang of this thing. I'm not really "getting" it. Maybe I'm not the right guy for it. I'm following very clever people with poignant things to say in 140 characters or less. And I'm really just using it as a status update like Facebook. In fact, I have it so that every tweet updates my Facebook status. It's fun looking at others' tweets, but I'm not really feeling myself contributing effectively and creatively.

4) My Website - This is a place for self love. Nothing else. Nobody goes here. Why would they?! There's just something about this that makes me feel like I've accomplished something in my life. I can't just have regular-old inner self-satisfaction. No, I gotta put it all down in a website and have it be searchable on Google. I'm not promoting anything, I'm not looking for work, I'm not selling a product. I just thought I should have a website. I think it's pretty.

5) YouTube - A sudden burst of inspiration a few months ago with the lipsyncing series, and all of a sudden, YouTube has gotten back on my radar. The weirdest thing about YouTube and the syncing thing is that some of them got onto a German blog site and became something of a mini phenomenon. I got thousands of hits literally overnight. I felt like the David Hasselhoff of lipsyncing for two days.

6) Flickr - I just restarted this after downloading the new app for the iPhone (more on that below). I'm still not sure when to put pictures here and when to put them on Facebook. Do I post them in both places?

7) I've tried other, not-so-common places like SoulPancake, the Cirque Tribune, ukulele forums, etc. Maybe I should give these places a better college try. I think these off-the-beaten-path places are more focused and niched and could actually shape myself as a person and as a performer more effectively. I can still swim in the public pools, but the water in these other places may have less urine in it.

I'm plugged into all these places, admittedly, only because I think I should be. It hasn't really sunk in as wholly satisfying or an important part of my existence. And the iPhone makes the immediacy of all these elements that much more strong. The iPhone may be the one thing that wrangles all six of these online places together, more so even than my laptop.

And as I've stated before in this blog, maybe I'm just doing this for my son-to-be. Maybe he can look to these postings, status updates, videos, pictures, and tweets and piece together some sort of inner wisdom (or purposeful lack thereof) that he can't get from me one-on-one. Or maybe he can eventually pick up where I leave off and contribute to some vast, electronic Slonina stream of consciousness. Or not.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Brostrom Procedure

Doctor's orders.

Looks like I'll be getting myself into surgery sometime next year. After several sprains on my right foot, my MRI has shown a complete break in my ankle's ligament. Luckily for me, the Brostrom procedure that they'll perform on me is a pretty standard one with a high rate of success. And since I'm not in immediate pain and can function in the show with a torn ligament, there's no rush for surgery. Bad news is, recovery time is 12 weeks.

When to do it? I think it's important to do it after the baby is born, but before he's walking. And the show is going overseas in 2011. If I stay with it, I'll want this procedure done in the States, for sure. So, we're looking at June 2010, when the show is in Seattle, Vancouver, and partially Houston.

The baby will be six months old, and we're pretty confident that the wife can take care of two babies in the house by then! With Worker's Comp footing the bill and partial lost wages payment, taking 3 months off, yet staying on tour, AND spending full time with Junior sounds like win-win all around.

Now I gotta get around my fears of the competency of the health care system. Don't get me started.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

More Laughter Hating

This was brought to my attention by my buddy, Jonathan Taylor.

www.ihateclowns.com

You know, it's not so much this guy who runs this site: Rodney Blackwell (email him if you'd like at rodney@ihateclowns.net). He's obviously got some chronic, latent, sexual attraction to clowns that he feels he needs to mask at all cost. But it's the people that subscribe to and have fun fueling this saddening trend.

Clowns seem to be getting the bad rap mimes have been enduring for the past few decades, another dying art form thanks to dimwitted knee-jerk reactions. But at least clowns have been portrayed as terrifying monsters in movies and such, even this Blackwell idiot attributes his hatred for clowns to the killer clown scene in The Wiz. (Really?) And sure, John Wayne Gacy doesn't help the situation any. But where does the mime stigma come from?

I brought all this up on SoulPancake.com a while back, hoping for a mature, maybe even spiritual, point of view. This from one commenter:

"Comedians are not the same as clowns. Silent film stars were mimes, of a sort. But when clowns in clown make-up are floating around anything outside a circus ring - even outside on the periphery, working the circus crowd, they are just plain creepy. Hospital Clowns = creepy. Birthday Party Clowns = creepy. As in serial killer-creepy. Masks are fine. Clown make-up is creepy. It's ruined, I tell you. So no, there is no way to redeem it. I defy you to try. I dare you. You know what people will say? 'Creepy.'"

So there it is. Creepy as a fact. It's not this person's opinion, it's a fact of life. Someone told me just yesterday that all TV was a waste of time. Again, just something to say to sound interesting. Full House is maybe a waste of time, but Mad Men itself is worth the price of cable. In the same vein, the clown from Stephen King's "It": creepy; Avner the Eccentric: genius.



Maybe just think twice before you give your opinion on clowns and mimes. If nothing else, my future may depend on it.

Fat Ale

New Belgium Brewery in Fort Collins, CO invited the Cirque folk to their headquarters for a tour and some R & R.

This is a company with the right idea all around. A business that cares about its employees as much as its product, hosting beach volleyball every Thursday in the backyard of their brewery, among other oddball perks. Environmentally conscious, artist-friendly (they host the bacchanalian Tour de Fat every year), and their beer don't suck. It's the sort of thing that might turn this imported beer snob onto a domestic ale with good karma.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Why Stop the Laughter?!

I recently found out from a Canadian colleague that there is controversy in Quebec about clowns entertaining the elderly in nursing homes. The government has alotted some money to provide these specially trained clowns at senior's residences. And the opinion columns in the Quebec newspapers actually raised a stink!

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Quit clowning around with the elderly
The Gazette
Published: Saturday, May 23, 2009

Marguerite Blais has some big shoes to fill - literally. The minister in charge of seniors affairs has apparently got it into her head that what the residents of the province's old folks' homes need to bring a little sunshine into their lives is a squad of clowns. Blais told La Presse this week, in the middle of that newspaper's devastating series on the drab conditions in many senior's residences, that she'll announce officially on Monday that her department has signed an agreement with "Dr. Clown." Hmm - given how many people can't find a general practitioner these days, we wonder if she had to wait long for an appointment.

The program is to cost $293,000 over four years, and that's no joke. Surely it would be cheaper and the antics just as clownish to provide every old-age residence, public and private, with a free live feed of the National Assembly's daily question period. Now in fairness, these are specially trained "therapeutic clowns," not the common or garden variety red-nosed, flower-squirting, floppy shoed sadists you see terrifying kids at some birthday parties. But we're not sure what they can contribute, if anything, to aging gracefully or happily.

There's nothing wrong with providing a little stimulation for the elderly. Indeed, it's sorely needed. With no job to go to any more, no family or home to care for, no rose bush to prune and no lawn to mow, the old can find that time often hangs heavy on their hands. One of La Presse's most depressing stories focused on the air of boredom and torpor in many old-age residences.

But clowns, for heavens' sake. The whole notion smacks of condescension. These aren't wrinkled 4 year-olds we're talking about, but mature adults rich in experience and knowledge. They deserve better than clowns. Lectures, perhaps, movies, string quartets, stand-up comics, even. Or maybe if the government really wants to help, it should find ways to reconnect the elderly to their communities and to their families. Unvisited and alone, their ennui often springs as much from alienation as it does from fading faculties.

Last week we found out the government had invested in a luxury hotel for dogs and cats, and now we find it's sending in the clowns. Tired governments usually run out of ideas; Jean Charest's Liberals seem to come up with bad ones instead. If it's not too late, Minister Blais should cancel her appointment with Dr. Clown.

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As a clown with an elderly mother who lives in a nursing home, AND who's deaf, so she can't hear 'lectures, movies, string quartets, or stand-up comics', I take particular umbrage with this shithead. He obviously knows nothing about clowns or the elderly. It brings to mind another question I've wrestled with recently: Will the art of clowning or mime ever become respectable again?

To this, I turn to an astute Facebook entry from an exceptional actor and clown, Molly Brennan.

"There is something unsettling about garish makeup, on a clown, a senior citizen, or the young women who stagger around my neighborhood on weekends. And I can't help but feel for people who have real phobias of anything. But, because I clown, I am often engaged in the "clowns are scary" conversation, and I think there is a certain amount of just saying "I'm scared of clowns" because it's perceived as a funny or interesting thing to say. Like hating mimes. Mime is an incredible practice, and people who are good at it are really mind blowing. But somehow it has become cool to say "I hate mimes." Or hating lawyers. I know some awesome people who are lawyers. I've even met some pretty incredible cops in my time. It's part of the same conversation we started a few weeks ago, Noah. "Are Mountain Dew and Cheetos really delicious? I don't THINK so, but we've believed it for so long, it's hard to tell what I really think." People say things sometimes without thinking, and the more they say it, the truer it becomes. So, if you honestly asked a scary clowns person: "Really. Really. Are you REALLY afraid of clowns? Are you afraid of Buster Keaton? Are you afraid of Lucille Ball? Are you afraid of Paul Kalina?" That person might respond with "What the fuck are you talking about?" To which, a great response is: "What the fuck are YOU talking about?" And, with any luck, there is a reexamination of the rote statement that the person has been making, and PERHAPS, change happens..."

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Not My Job

I accidentally kicked over a patron's drink in the audience today. I apologized. She looked at me and fumed, "You're gonna pay for that, right?" I looked at her with disdain and said, "Yeah right!" and started to walk away. She said, "Excuse me?!" and started to shout, "Don't ignore me. Do not ignore me!" I ignored the crap out of her. She went and complained to the head usher and got her free refill. And she proceeded to watch the rest of the show in her first row center seat with air of huffiness around her. Never clapped, didn't join in with the standing ovation at the end of the show.

One of my favorite things to blurt out to people in preshow when I'm getting in people's way is, "It's that kind of show!" It IS that kind of show! If you're in the front row of a Cirque show, you're gonna get messed with and spills happen. If you're gonna get angry over an overpriced drink, you shouldn't have bought your tickets in the first place.

Today I'm grateful that I can be obnoxious and surly in my profession and get away with it. In fact, it's encouraged! And I'm grateful when I can effectively piss people off who deserve it.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Contact Your Elected Officials to REALLY Get Stuff Done

A few days ago, Facebook was littered with people updating their status thusly: "No one should die because they cannot afford health care, and no one should go broke because they get sick." This would usually be followed by instructions to cut and paste this to the reader's status for anywhere from a whole day to a whole week. It got me frustrated that people were thinking that updating a Facebook status could make a difference.

But perhaps it has. I have decided to not only plug the Congress.org site, but also to provide a dummy-proof step-by-step, just to illustrate how damn easy it is to actually make a difference.

1. Go to www.congress.org and enter your home ZIP code.

2. Choose your Senator. (Once you've completed this process, go back and choose the other one, and repeat the process).

3. Click on the Contact tab.

4. Click "Web Form".

5. Select your message. This will be the email's subject line. There's an option at the bottom to compose your own letter. Again, you can start the process over again later and choose another message. Then click Next Step at the bottom.

6. Add your own message. This is where you need to write the body of the letter, but GOOD NEWS, shorter is better! Even one or two sentences. Tell 'em what you really feel. They'll get the point. Put your name in the appropriate box...

7. Same page further down: The obligatory Prefix, Name, Email, Address, etc. Keep the "Remember Me!" box checked, cuz you can come back here with all your grievances and make this process even fricking EASIER! Click Send Message at the bottom. And you're done!

You'll get a confirmation email and the satisfaction that you've behaved like an actual citizen of this country.

Thanks for your time!