America's a lovely place with a huge variety of personalities, the ability to reinvent yourself is an unalianable right and its nieve adolescent mindset can stretch from the cradle to the grave.
Part of the performance variety industry is dedicated to the preservation of all that is fleetingly interesting and comfortably familiar. Entertainment can be a form of prosac, 'art lite'
Whereas "art" examines the human condition, variety entertainment is proactively distracting.
Boy theres a huge market for distraction here and I've only ever briefly skimmed the surface because to fully immerse yourself requires a titanium ego uneffected by surroundings of such middle class depravity with cynical 8 year olds and buildings that are actually party factories with dual rooms hosting events weekend in and weekend out, and the overweight smokers feigning drunken wit outside sucking on their cigs while inside and the utter utter utter lack of innovation that to survive this longterm would require a heart of darkness (or produce one) that I myself only manufacture for entertainment purposes.
You have to remind yourself that at heart these things are about community celebrating itself and that that plus the fee are good things.
First up an Italian Party where I was replacing a performer who had begged off sick (because he had found a better paying gig for the evening)
I rang and let them know that I and not he, would be attending. "stilts ok...what else do you do? do you do fire juggling? Do you do any magic? Can you do any mime without stilts?"
"um no..I sort of specialise, I just do stilts and mime and I have a character piece."
"Well the other guy did a bit of this and a bit of that and had a few things he would do. Are you sure you don't have any other SCHITCK?
(Could someone please tell me exactly what schitck is and where it lives so that I can hunt it down and kill it.)
"Well I'm not sure your going to be any use to us but there no time to find a proper replacement and we've already sent the fee away so you might as well turn up."
"Thank you, I really really really really really really really really really really appreciate it." (I wondered if he caught the sarcasm) Click.
I turn up , get glared at and told to "go down the stairs and first door on the left and tell them you're the replacement"
I go down put my stuff on, go back upstairs and mingle a bit and dance a bit, get given an Italian Flag and take part in a strange 'Parade of nations' then the national anthem is played. Everything changes, I'm OK now because..well...actually I'm doing a great job. I'm strange but a fantastic dancer and you can watch me without me needing you to and really I'm quite funny in my own way.
So thats done and I'm congradulated and given pasta and coke and drive off thinking, 'Well you know that really wasn't that bad, another 100 of these and i could buy a mini.'
The next day, at the Manhatten childrens museum there was a party for Dr Seuss's 100 year birthday (I suspect he'd dead, I told nobody)
There were a handful of us employed to interact with the kids and teach them things like juggling and stilts and I don't know..How to survive their parents smothering expectations. I had 2 pair of childrens stilts and Lurk (me) didn't have his own stilts on. I never usually do this after a pathetic spanish nightclub experience, so lurk (me) was on edge and ready to snap at the slightest provacation.
I thought I'd hide behing juggling for the 3 hours (Justifying it to myself thus, At least its not my whole career and the fee martin the fee)
But the massive box of juggling balls were made of foam and had the tendancy to bounce straight out of your hand, no-one could use them let alone teach anyone them, other performers were lobbing them at kids who would attempt to catch them and fail and they're parents (who had paid $70 a kid or $200 per family) would blanch in horror at their offsprings pronounced deteriation of hand eye co-ordination and would rush them away to a private clinic for a cat-scan.
My dictum has always been (and I'm so very grateful to Gustav Mensies for teaching me this)
Whether a performer or not, your first responsibility is to keep yourself entertained.
So what I did is I started jamming these spongy foam juggling balls into my front pockets one at a time, I could jam 77 balls into my front pockets.
This would take a while and then when it was done I would take them out one at a time and throw them back into the box until my pockets were empty then I'd start again.
I did this for 3 hours, I took no breaks and I was always singlemindly either stuffing or unstuffing my pockets.
I will spend the money wisely.
(and thats why I havn't put any links up for 24 hours)
Part of the performance variety industry is dedicated to the preservation of all that is fleetingly interesting and comfortably familiar. Entertainment can be a form of prosac, 'art lite'
Whereas "art" examines the human condition, variety entertainment is proactively distracting.
Boy theres a huge market for distraction here and I've only ever briefly skimmed the surface because to fully immerse yourself requires a titanium ego uneffected by surroundings of such middle class depravity with cynical 8 year olds and buildings that are actually party factories with dual rooms hosting events weekend in and weekend out, and the overweight smokers feigning drunken wit outside sucking on their cigs while inside and the utter utter utter lack of innovation that to survive this longterm would require a heart of darkness (or produce one) that I myself only manufacture for entertainment purposes.
You have to remind yourself that at heart these things are about community celebrating itself and that that plus the fee are good things.
First up an Italian Party where I was replacing a performer who had begged off sick (because he had found a better paying gig for the evening)
I rang and let them know that I and not he, would be attending. "stilts ok...what else do you do? do you do fire juggling? Do you do any magic? Can you do any mime without stilts?"
"um no..I sort of specialise, I just do stilts and mime and I have a character piece."
"Well the other guy did a bit of this and a bit of that and had a few things he would do. Are you sure you don't have any other SCHITCK?
(Could someone please tell me exactly what schitck is and where it lives so that I can hunt it down and kill it.)
"Well I'm not sure your going to be any use to us but there no time to find a proper replacement and we've already sent the fee away so you might as well turn up."
"Thank you, I really really really really really really really really really really appreciate it." (I wondered if he caught the sarcasm) Click.
I turn up , get glared at and told to "go down the stairs and first door on the left and tell them you're the replacement"
I go down put my stuff on, go back upstairs and mingle a bit and dance a bit, get given an Italian Flag and take part in a strange 'Parade of nations' then the national anthem is played. Everything changes, I'm OK now because..well...actually I'm doing a great job. I'm strange but a fantastic dancer and you can watch me without me needing you to and really I'm quite funny in my own way.
So thats done and I'm congradulated and given pasta and coke and drive off thinking, 'Well you know that really wasn't that bad, another 100 of these and i could buy a mini.'
The next day, at the Manhatten childrens museum there was a party for Dr Seuss's 100 year birthday (I suspect he'd dead, I told nobody)
There were a handful of us employed to interact with the kids and teach them things like juggling and stilts and I don't know..How to survive their parents smothering expectations. I had 2 pair of childrens stilts and Lurk (me) didn't have his own stilts on. I never usually do this after a pathetic spanish nightclub experience, so lurk (me) was on edge and ready to snap at the slightest provacation.
I thought I'd hide behing juggling for the 3 hours (Justifying it to myself thus, At least its not my whole career and the fee martin the fee)
But the massive box of juggling balls were made of foam and had the tendancy to bounce straight out of your hand, no-one could use them let alone teach anyone them, other performers were lobbing them at kids who would attempt to catch them and fail and they're parents (who had paid $70 a kid or $200 per family) would blanch in horror at their offsprings pronounced deteriation of hand eye co-ordination and would rush them away to a private clinic for a cat-scan.
My dictum has always been (and I'm so very grateful to Gustav Mensies for teaching me this)
Whether a performer or not, your first responsibility is to keep yourself entertained.
So what I did is I started jamming these spongy foam juggling balls into my front pockets one at a time, I could jam 77 balls into my front pockets.
This would take a while and then when it was done I would take them out one at a time and throw them back into the box until my pockets were empty then I'd start again.
I did this for 3 hours, I took no breaks and I was always singlemindly either stuffing or unstuffing my pockets.
I will spend the money wisely.
(and thats why I havn't put any links up for 24 hours)


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