Kid’s Clowns

The New York Downtown Clown Revue, a monthly late night venue for edgy stage clowns, produced and early evening show for children.  So I took My Kid and a Classmate Neighbor Boy to see the fun.

As familiar as My Kid is with the clown genre, she and the boy-she’s-known-since-they-were-in-diapers-but-who-is-not-a-friend-because-he-is-a-boy chose seats for us in the very back row right under the light booth from which there was no chance of getting squirted with water, hit with a pie or being pulled onto the stage.  Other peoples children chose to sit right on stage at the feet of the performers.

Joel Jeske and Christopher Lueck opened the show as a couple of brothers releasing the pent-up energy of patter clowns born to play three shows a day six days a week but they can’t because Vaudeville is dead.

Silly Billy, who was My Kid’s favorite clown last year, failed to impress this time with his kazoo and color changing scarf magic.  But then, My Kid and that-boy-she-was-sitting-next-to are in fourth grade this year, an upper grade in elementary school.  They have experience and standards.  On the way home, My Kid told me that as a 4th grader she knows the difference between real magic and fake magic.

Lulu the clown, aka Juliette Jeske, introduced as a woman who will perform anywhere for money, appeared in a tailored jacket, crinoline skirt and stripped tights.  Her suitcase of props was set up on a stand covered with a handmade quilt demonstrating the Midwestern crafty aspect of  the American children’s party clown style.   She works A LOT, much of it costumed character work at corporate events.  She also writes and produces short films for the internet, hosts variety and burlesque shows and wrote and performed the stage show Princess Sunshine’s Bitter Pill of Truth Funhouse.  Her performance was filled with the kind of visual puns, like a banana phone, that are popular with the preschool and kindergarten demographic.

Rounding out the evening were “Bucky and Gigi”, Chris Allison and his wife Gina, longtime Ringling circus clowns, she’s also a dancer.  They wore bright neat costumes.  We watched him get panned as “Coney Island Chris” on America’s Got Talent.  But, with a red nose on, he is as appealing as a cartoon character like SpongeBob SquarePants.  It was a goal at clown college to become a human cartoon.  Normal was called “pedestrian,” something to be avoided at all costs.

My kids didn’t seem impressed, but they were inspired.  On the way to the subway they sang;  “My Little Pony.  She’s thin and boney.  She went to the circus and farted on purpose.”  

And then on the train, The Neighbor Boy demonstrated a perfect three point prat-fall.  Hanging from the hand rail he: 1) dropped to the seat on his knees, 2) fell forward onto his face, then 3) rolled off the seat onto the floor and jumped up smiling!

Ta Da!!!

there but for the grace of God…

So we were at camel park (that’s not it’s real name but there’s this concrete camel in the middle of it so it’s called camel park locally) watching out lithe and graceful daughter in her pink helmet and pink converse sneakers gliding as gracefully as an Olympic ice dancer on her pink Ripstick (registered trademark skateboard-like object) and then it was time to go home. We walked past an empty oversized stroller and an unmanned child-sized walker and we looked up to see a perky happy physical therapist sitting on the ground waving her arms and stretching her legs in front of the preschooler sitting facing her, barely moving, on the asphalt.  On the nearest bench the mother of the child watched carefully.

switching fears

Oh that is such a funny Fruedian slip type-o that I’m going to leave it up!  I meant to type: “switching gears”!

I’m home from rehearsal and I’m tired, wanna put my feet up and relax but not that’s not going to happen.  I’m a mom.  I gotta go meet The Husband and My Kid in the park on this beautiful sunny Sunday for some family time.

We switched gears at rehearsal today. We’re not coming up with new stuff anymore. We have to go back over the material we’ve been improvising in the studio that made us laugh, do it again and see if it still makes us laugh.  Kendall, as the director, has the task of putting the pieces into an order that balances a multitude of elements and we the clowns start acting more like actors in rehearsal.

half and half

Some days in the studio go well.  Some do not.  Some days are half and half like today.  I thought I was good to go, ready to play all showered and coffeed up and on time (despite the F train)  for rehearsal.  But somewhere in the getting going of things I lost confidence.  It was pointed out that I wasn’t breathing properly during warm ups.  The words I chose when it was my turn during the one-word-at-a-time-story exercise were called “too modern”.  By the time we had to make up our “love incantations”, an improvisation which can produce some crazy fun, I felt like a 7th grader hoping nobody will notice her.  Needless to say my improvised love incantation was neither powerful or funny.

  Aghhh!  Shake it off!

 After the mid-rehearsal 10-minute break I did and was able to have fun.

 It goes against the Protestant work ethic to put oneself into a situation wherein if it’s not fun, little work can be produced.

 Wierd.

Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs

After I got home from rehearsal we decided that we would go as a family to see the animated feature, Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs.  I was expecting something on the level of G-Force, the action movie about super-hero guinea pigs.  My Kid thought it was great.  Me I could have waited for the video.  But, we all enjoyed Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.  It’s almost as good as Pixar.  I can’t think of higher praise for computer animation.

Sometimes in our clown improvisations we say what we imagine–crazy stuff.  In Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs, animators let loose their imaginations in the same way and then realized the fantastic images. Also the story was good.  There were threads that were introduced and picked up again.  There was truth in familial relationships.  

It’s a good movie.

I guess she’s not a tween yet

I’m glad My Kid is not yet a tween. That would be tiresome.  I thought she would be interested in the local preparations for the VH1 DIVAS special was filmed just down the street at the Brooklyn Academy of Music (BAM).  For two days blockades have been going up and by 4:00 yesterday flocks of uniformed police officers had arrived to control the expected crowds and protect the “Diva’s”. Some of them, Miley Cyrus and Jordin Sparks for example, and are still in high school. (Personally I think a Diva has to have a larger and longer body of work –But who am I to have an opinion about pop culture, I’m just a mom.)  When we got off the subway at Atlantic Center My Kid didn’t want to walk past BAM to check out the preparations.  While flipping channels later in the evening she wasn’t interested in watching the show that was taking place just down the street even though she perked up at the mention of Miley Cyrus. She looked up and then went back to what she was doing. No thrill for her at the 6-degrees-of-separation from all those stars just down the street in the ‘hood of my jaded little New Yorker.

I hate this

I don’t know how much of my stress in this modern life comes from waiting around for fragile plastic machines to do what I asked them to do and they don’t hear me when I speak and they don’t understand my words and I’m not allowed to hit them. Even though they are ugly plastic and metal they are as delicate as a baby. Aghhh. Why won’t the printer print? Why can’t I e-mail a word document? Why does my computer hate me?

Is this really my life?

The Husband took My Kid to school in Brooklyn Heights on his way to his office at Rockefeller Center.  After the cleaning lady arrived at the apartment my old clown college roomate  and I went out for coffee.  She’s New York for a production meeting.  We had time for breakfast at Junior’s before she got on the subway.  We talked about her work as a puppeteer  (she’s been hired for a commercial)  and my work as a clown (in rehearsal for Clown Axioms at La MaMa Experimental Theatre Club).  Is this really my life?

So while I was chatting, I took a paper towel and put it over the bottle brush to get the peanut butter off the inside of the bottle I was washing. I never would have thought of that, she said.