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Woofnah. the Dog, Unleashed
My name is Adria.
10 years ago I was in a near fatal car crash. 7 years ago I started learning to juggle. Juggling got me out of my wheelchair, and got me the use of my (re-attached) left arm. Basically, juggling gave me back my body and gave me a life. Nothing will help my vision; but we all have stuff, you know? Juggling is the most important thing in my life. More important than white chocolate dipped in Peter Pan (tm) Peanut Butter.
At first jugglers said "You'll never be able to juggle. Why bother?" Or "What do you want to juggle for?" Now these same people claim I'm "faking the disabilities" because I juggle so well.
... good enough, in fact, to get paid for it. I have a 30-40 minute stage act. I street perform. I do walk-through. People I have met at juggling fests happily confess to me "I really love that bit you do with ... I've put it in my act." And I am angry. These are people who juggle much better than I will ever be able to. It's not like I can get anything from them, you know?
This year I have lost (the world has lost) 2 great men who made a difference in my life. When I found out about Spaulding (Gray) who, many years ago, mentioned to me in passing that I could "turn your back on them" [everyone in my life because they refused to support me], I was destroyed. A few years ago he had an accident similar to mine, but he didn't hear his own words which had such a lasting effect on me.
We all know about Francis Brunn. He was the only juggling idol I ever had. That burned.
In trying to work through the misery I seem to find myself enmeshed in, I came to the decision that I need to perform full-time and quit this dayjob where I am not treated as I would like to be. I am now working towards that end. Where I used to be happy having 2 gigs a month, I'm working towards 2 gigs a weekend/weekend. It's tiring, but sleep is over-rated anyway -- too close to death.
I need to mention that I met Butterfly man year before last . My eyes were opened as to who he is this year at the Renegade Stage in Buffalo, NY. Some people are inspirational, some are scary. He is both. I'm not sure how to take him; probably with some hard drugs.
Thank you, Robert, for the Renegade Stage.
10 years ago I was in a near fatal car crash. 7 years ago I started learning to juggle. Juggling got me out of my wheelchair, and got me the use of my (re-attached) left arm. Basically, juggling gave me back my body and gave me a life. Nothing will help my vision; but we all have stuff, you know? Juggling is the most important thing in my life. More important than white chocolate dipped in Peter Pan (tm) Peanut Butter.
At first jugglers said "You'll never be able to juggle. Why bother?" Or "What do you want to juggle for?" Now these same people claim I'm "faking the disabilities" because I juggle so well.
... good enough, in fact, to get paid for it. I have a 30-40 minute stage act. I street perform. I do walk-through. People I have met at juggling fests happily confess to me "I really love that bit you do with ... I've put it in my act." And I am angry. These are people who juggle much better than I will ever be able to. It's not like I can get anything from them, you know?
This year I have lost (the world has lost) 2 great men who made a difference in my life. When I found out about Spaulding (Gray) who, many years ago, mentioned to me in passing that I could "turn your back on them" [everyone in my life because they refused to support me], I was destroyed. A few years ago he had an accident similar to mine, but he didn't hear his own words which had such a lasting effect on me.
We all know about Francis Brunn. He was the only juggling idol I ever had. That burned.
In trying to work through the misery I seem to find myself enmeshed in, I came to the decision that I need to perform full-time and quit this dayjob where I am not treated as I would like to be. I am now working towards that end. Where I used to be happy having 2 gigs a month, I'm working towards 2 gigs a weekend/weekend. It's tiring, but sleep is over-rated anyway -- too close to death.
I need to mention that I met Butterfly man year before last . My eyes were opened as to who he is this year at the Renegade Stage in Buffalo, NY. Some people are inspirational, some are scary. He is both. I'm not sure how to take him; probably with some hard drugs.
Thank you, Robert, for the Renegade Stage.
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