Just finished my annual theatre show.
Washing sweaty clown clothes. Filthy towels from all the water tricks I did on stage. I did water spitting, spit takes, an upside down water trick that "went wrong" and spilled all over the stage.
And thinking thinking thinking.
I didn't get as many folks in the audience as I'd like, not nearly really. That's frustrating, I sit back and wonder what I could do to get more people. I'm baffled, flummoxed.
On the creative side. This was my best show, I feel. I thought it flowed, it was really funny and I had great theatrical elements. Taping myself to a chair just makes me happy. I know there is more to explore with a roll of painters tape and a chair but I went pretty far with it. One thing I learned. Make sure the tape is fresh, having to find the end of the tape was frustrating, funny but frustrating.
My hat hanging from a rope as I tried to figure out how to put it on again makes me smile. My juggling clubs hanging from the ceiling by ropes and pulleys, silly funny.
I live in a funny universe.
The people that came had a great time. The ones that weren't there...why?
I did break even plus I think I'm ahead about $100 for the whole thing. I guess that's cool, in the scheme of theatre. I paid the rent, bought new props and paid for staffing. That's a tough thing to do.
If you ever want to try a theatrical clown piece, send me a note. I'll help you out, I may try to talk you out of it but I'll help you out.
And I'm a bit sore tonight. Lots of falling in this show. Falling off chairs, slipping on water on the stage, falling trying to get my hat on my head. I love prat falls but you do pay a price.
The one thing that always keeps me going. The kids looking at the red velvet seats in a theatre and being amazed. One little boy was there with his grandma really early. We were still setting up the stage, I wasn't in make up yet. They came into the theatre. We talked for a minute, I told them a place to hang out. The little boy looked at the theatre and said "I love the seats, I love this place" And that's why I do it. I can spend my life in the living room circus but there is nothing like the red velvet chairs, the black stage and the bright lights in your eyes.
Washing sweaty clown clothes. Filthy towels from all the water tricks I did on stage. I did water spitting, spit takes, an upside down water trick that "went wrong" and spilled all over the stage.
And thinking thinking thinking.
I didn't get as many folks in the audience as I'd like, not nearly really. That's frustrating, I sit back and wonder what I could do to get more people. I'm baffled, flummoxed.
On the creative side. This was my best show, I feel. I thought it flowed, it was really funny and I had great theatrical elements. Taping myself to a chair just makes me happy. I know there is more to explore with a roll of painters tape and a chair but I went pretty far with it. One thing I learned. Make sure the tape is fresh, having to find the end of the tape was frustrating, funny but frustrating.
My hat hanging from a rope as I tried to figure out how to put it on again makes me smile. My juggling clubs hanging from the ceiling by ropes and pulleys, silly funny.
I live in a funny universe.
The people that came had a great time. The ones that weren't there...why?
I did break even plus I think I'm ahead about $100 for the whole thing. I guess that's cool, in the scheme of theatre. I paid the rent, bought new props and paid for staffing. That's a tough thing to do.
If you ever want to try a theatrical clown piece, send me a note. I'll help you out, I may try to talk you out of it but I'll help you out.
And I'm a bit sore tonight. Lots of falling in this show. Falling off chairs, slipping on water on the stage, falling trying to get my hat on my head. I love prat falls but you do pay a price.
The one thing that always keeps me going. The kids looking at the red velvet seats in a theatre and being amazed. One little boy was there with his grandma really early. We were still setting up the stage, I wasn't in make up yet. They came into the theatre. We talked for a minute, I told them a place to hang out. The little boy looked at the theatre and said "I love the seats, I love this place" And that's why I do it. I can spend my life in the living room circus but there is nothing like the red velvet chairs, the black stage and the bright lights in your eyes.
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