Circus Girls

It came to my attention today that nearly two weeks ago another interesting circus-related blogging site has popped up on the interwebs. Circus Girl Magazine is “devoted to bringing news, tips, and a backstage tour for Circus Girls by Circus Girls around the world!!” and promises “in-depth interviews with your favorite circus stars from venerable legends to rising newcomers to circus school students. Also you can look forward to insights into fashion and circus-fusion entertainment, product reviews, and much more!

There’s not a huge amount of content yet but go check it out. The more Circus Geeks the better!

Understanding

I am not sure how useful this little essay will be. I have a feeling it should be a Vlog, but that seems like too much effort, in case it simply turns out to be another rant about juggling…

I want to talk about tricks. “Tricks” has almost become a dirty word amongst certain levels of the “modern” circus world. But I am shameless, and am happy to admit that tricks make me happy. If technique defines an emotional state, so can tricks define technique. On a slight sidetrack now, I was thinking earlier of the Christian Slater skateboarding movie from 1989, Gleaming The Cube. Which I loved. What I remember most was being impressed at all the different skating styles he showed (street, vert, freestyle), and how they were shown as being tied to his emotional state (OK, I may not have explicitly thought that at the time). When he was angry, he went out to his backyard and shredded the half-pipe. When he was sad and lonely, out came the freestyle deck. Pretty cool.

Anyway, I want to write about juggling tricks. My example shall be a trick which has become somewhat of a standard over the last ten years or so, although when I started doing it I hadn’t seen it done before. The basic concept is of catching a club by the wrong end, and making a small half-spin throw to the same hand to get it back to the handle (commonly known as an Oh-shit). The small step I made was to have that throw and catch happen blind, behind the back.

Not a ground-breaking idea, but it made me happy. It developed thusly, in 1999 or 2000:

First trick: throw a club behind the back with a single spin, having it remain behind the body. Make the next catch and throw with the hand you just used, then catch the “behind the back” club back in that same hand. The club in question is thrown and caught at the same point in space. Quite easy.

Second trick: make that same “behind the back throw and catch”, but have it happen with no intermediate catches from the hand in question. No peeking, the club should remain unseen by the juggler at all times. Rather hard.

Third trick: the easier version! Change the “behind the back throw and catch” from a single spin to a half spin (an Oh-shit!). This means it barely has to leave the hand, and is therefore very easy to do. As a bonus, it also, I think, looks better. (I later saw Maksim Komaro’s solution to this same problem. He changed the pattern he was using to add time to quickly spot the club, making the single spin variation quite doable. But I still wanted the blind version!)

So, there was the trick. A behind the back thrown and caught Oh-shit. Without getting too much into overly technical details, there are several possibilities of patterns (another dirty word!) for doing this trick. The obvious ones (to a juggler) are called 423 and 522. I chose a hybrid pattern, 52242, to be my default for this trick. The reasons for this I shall get to soon.

I started to perform this trick in my act, and did it at juggling conventions and showed it at workshops. The process to find the trick was very easy and obvious, and no doubt others found it to. It is now a very common “new juggling” trick.

And everyone else I have seen do it does it in one of the obvious patterns: 423 or 522.

I might be overly cynical about it, but I get the impression that most people think of the “trick” being the little half-spin throw, and the pattern that it is done within as a necessary evil: an afterthought, perhaps. Simply a shortcut to get to the “trick”.

As I wrote before, tricks make me happy. And so I want my juggling to show each trick in it’s best possible light. I chose my odd little hybrid pattern because (I believe) it is constructed in a way that brings attention and focus to the (very small) trick that it makes possible. The throwing order of the hands, the relative heights of the throws, the planes the clubs move in, the way that my body and head have to move to allow the pattern: these things bring the focus to the place I want it to be, and so, I hope (and believe) make the tiny little “throw and catch” moment clear, interesting and IMPORTANT to my audience.

The moment we stand on a stage and show our juggling, we must have a complete understanding of what it is we are showing. It is not enough to do some tricks, no matter how happy they make us. Each trick must be understood, selected and, if necessary, added to or pruned in order to give our audience the show we want them to have.

We should understand our tricks, so we can present them in the best way possible.

Clockwork

GOP Varieté Hannover, end of week 5:

(Time zero, 3 hours before show-time)

Arrive at theatre.
Training: 3, 5, 4 clubs.
One hour break in the dressing room (Facebook and other business).
Prepare for pre-show Close-up: brush teeth, style (?) hair, suit on. Two Sharpies in inside right jacket pocket, one lighter and two coins in left jacket pocket, one deck of cards in right jacket pocket, one deck of cards in back right trouser pocket, one lighter plus bent coin in front left trouser pocket, four coins in front right trouser pocket.
Close-up at the tables.
Return backstage, tell the MC that the audience are good and wish him a good show.
Show begins.
Change into backstage clothes, show make-up.
At end of penultimate act before intermission change into costume (suit number two).
Remove clubs from bag.
When last act before intermission starts, apply handcream.
Intermission: nod to the Swedish girls as they leave to continue warming-up on-stage, take their place backstage and begin warm-up.
Warm-up: 3, 4, 5 clubs. Exchange brief words with MC as he passes. Sixty seconds later Ukrainian acrobatic base comes up stairs. Flyer follows two minutes later. Technician will pass by sometime between these events.
After warm-up, place clubs carefully against wall, return to dressing room to remove any sweat and check costume and make-up.
Take clubs and go to side of stage.
Warm-up phase two: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 clubs.
Check shoes, check socks, check fly, check jacket button.
Wipe hands, collect all clubs.
MC is making the introduction, warm-up phase three: legs, shoulders, feet.
Go on stage, do act.
Bow, leave stage.
Collect off-stage clubs, thank stagehand as he returns the remaining clubs, put clubs back in bag.
Strip upper body.
Change into finale shoes.
Enter drop data into iPad.
Drink water.
Wash upper body, apply cold water to made-up face.
E-mail / Facebook / blog.
When penultimate act begins, get dressed for finale, wash make-up off suit.
As final act ends, go to side of stage and check stability of the two chairs to bring on.
FINALE!

Kiev – Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3

The beginning of the day

Warming up, stretching and meeting people

When I arrived in the morning I would have to shake every male’s hand, that was their culture, (would take a long time if you were last) I would also kiss the girls on the cheek but that was seen as odd at the beginning because the girls should come to you. (Oh yeh lol)

By 9 o’clock, half the school would be waiting to be let in (not like my school -The Circus Space – that’s more like 9:04, you can already start to see why they are better), when we get in everyone has their place to warm up, it’s an unwritten rule, front half – hand to hand, contortionist and jugglers, 2nd half – everyone else. The warm up was self done like everything but all anyone did was sit in box splits and talk, that’s all anyone really did. Now, I’m flat in all splits but not at 9am in -20 degrees. It would take me a good half an hour to get there, for that I was laughed at, they laughed at my inflexibility and asked if I had ever been stretched, nearly everyone there could lie on their back and have their legs on the floor in box if not by themselves with someone pushing. The best box splits I saw by a guy was a hand to hand base, extreme over splits, why? I do not know, jealousy? YES. So for the warm up, no one ran, jumped or did anything to get the blood pumping except two lads who warmed up by round off back tuck which annoyed everyone on a daily basis.

The first people to stop stretching/warming up would be the contortionists and jugglers which would be about 9:30, then the straps artists would stroll in, topless, no matter how cold it was (they were known as the crazy ones of the school). 9:30-9:45 would be the handbalancers and then finally the hand to hand pairs. It was like clockwork every day.

As we are warming up the teachers start to arrive. First at 9:15 is Yuriy Pozdnyakov the juggling teacher (also head of the school) most students would go over say good morning (most formal way possible) and shake his hand. Secondly would be all 3 hand to hand coaches all ex-sports acro world champions, ALL hand to hand students would race over, I mean race pushing each other out of the way just so they could stand at the start of the line, each teacher would come over and shake their hand – No one wanted to be at the end of the line. Then my teacher, Victold a 73 yr old man would come at 9:50 and would go to lots of students and shake their hands and give them a hug – he would say how beautiful the girls are and how strong the boys are looking, he was such a lovely teacher, wasn’t your stereotypical blunt grumpy Ukrainian.

Before I left for Kiev everyone was telling me how much I was going to cry, how much they were going to push and stretch me, but I only saw that with 2 girls, it happened everyday at the same time 10:15 one girl will start crying, 10 weeks went by and it was the same, same stretch, same time, same crying. By the end, everyone had lost their sympathy…

After the warm up and throughout the day the students would stretch each other. The main ones were:

Toe point; you would have someone stand on your feet and walk pushing with their heel into your toes.
20110604-115444.jpgKnees; they would stand in turn out on your knee joint and bounce up and down, oh, your legs are on something high so there is a gap between your legs and there floor, (this one I hate and wanted to cry every time) a perfect example of this knee and toe stretching is Pavel Stankevich.

The most outrageous stretch was the elbow; some girls would try and hyper extend their elbows. I asked why and they said Anatoly Zalievsky had told them to, well you know what; I would probably do anything he told me to do as well.

The Handbalancers

So the handbalancers were split into 2 groups. 1 group focused on contortion handstands taught by Nataliya Pozdnyakova and the other one was just handstands, with exceptions.

From what I gathered the students didn’t get to pick their discipline or their teacher, they got told what to do (very harsh If you don’t like that discipline but sometimes TCS gives its students too much freedom so I see the pros but also the cons). In the group that mainly focused on contortion, all the girls were ex rhythmic or already contortionists, I have never seen the flexibility like these girls, 1 girl had her leg on a gymnastic horse (around 3 foot high) and was flat in all splits without warming up or any pain, there teacher would make them pull their legs past the line of your hips, so when they were in a handstand there legs were in over splits behind them, this I didn’t really like, I think it’s beautiful when they have a flat line. There was one boy who was 19 (I think), from France and was a very highly skilled gymnast – he will be the next Sergei Timofeev. Every morning once the girls are stretched and warm, they would then condition 1 arm leavers on a single cane, their teacher would spot them and sometimes they would hold an ankle weight. There teacher spent a lot of time with them correcting, spotting and telling them what to do (interesting in the contrast with Victold the other Handbalancing coach) though they are different styles I would say Victold’s students were better due to their own self motivation and drive. A comparison can be with Victold’s student Artur Bezkorynny and then Nataliya’s students Sergei Timofeev and Anastasiya Mazur.

So all the girls trained 1 arm lever, 1 arm lower to croc and 1 arm gufus/figure (seen here). 20110604-115452.jpgThey were the main tricks, you started learning them on day one. Again different to Victold, his was more like; you get one trick then move on (which is like my teacher at TCS)
Theory 1 – Why do 1 arm lever if you can’t 1 arm?

Theory 2 – When you get 1 arm you are already strong enough to do 1 arm lever.

Again, I see the pros and cons.

The girls though could not jump up onto blocks or leaver and on the floor they would struggle getting into a handstand, they would go too far and fall into a bridge and then press it from there, which I thought was crazy, once they were in a handstand they were doing amazing things it was just getting in to a handstand was a problem.

One exercise I enjoyed to watch was when the girls were in scorpion and were trying to kick the feet under their armpits, they would get their feet in and then they would pop straight out, it was just funny to watch. I guess though if I tried it, it would be funnier.

There were 3 girls that I think were in 4th year. 1 girl I could watch all day training, she just had ever muscle in her body working exactly where she wanted it, every finger was in the exact place and it looked so elegant and easy for her. She would do her act on tall canes I think 4 or 5, she would do 1 arm turning and she was trying to get a full pirouette on 1 cane. She was very close at this, it was just a hit and miss trick. However when I saw her act I was a little disappointed, her movement was beautiful, her handstands were stunning but she lacked performance, fun and excitement.
I would rather watch her train than watch her piece and I think it’s such a shame but I also think that’s what makes what we do so hard, you can technically be the best but if you can’t put it into a piece it doesn’t matter. (This is only my opinion so people may disagree)

Then there was a girl who would do her act on a round table, so she would be on a flat surface doing every handstand shape you can think of. She was super strong doing planches and 1 arm lower to croc and flexible so doing all the contortion handstands, but, the interesting thing about her act is that she was doing contact juggling at the same time. So, I have seen contact jugglers draw a square with the ball when they are stood up, well she did it in a 1 arm changing positions with her legs whilst drawing a square. She would have up to four balls in her hands and rotating them all while lowering down to the floor. Then have four in both hands while balancing on her elbows. Ridiculously impressive – two extremely hard disciplines put together and both at a very high standard. Again I felt disengaged as with the other girl, something was lost when she did her act, I don’t know if it was the music and because it was all very one level and had no contrast but I just felt like we miss something and it doesn’t show off how good and how hard it is. It’s such a shame because she is so talented but again I felt her piece just lacked a spark.

The last girl would perform her act on about 24 wooden blocks; she would start on the floor and stack them all up transferring from one arm to the next changing and again doing every position you could think of. Before you have realised it she has stacked all the blocks and is at the top and she is still in a handstand about 4-5 mins later with no rest. Hardcore, especially when people don’t realise. She hops up and down the blocks, turns and just looks phenomenal and so at ease but again I feel she lacks something and I think its life, happiness and enjoyment. I know she does have all that but it doesn’t come across when she performs and it’s such a shame.

I Can Ride A Bike

From summer 1998 through to the summer of 1999 I was living in America. During that time I went to see Cirque du Soleil’s La Nouba, their permanent show at Disney World in Orlando, Florida. Cirque du Soleil didn’t have as many permanent shows then as they do now and to get to see one of them was pretty special for me. Generally speaking, I’ve rarely been a big fan of Cirque du Soleil’s shows but I have to admit that I remember thoroughly enjoying La Nouba, particularly the Flying Trapeze. However, there was also something unusual in the show, something I don’t think I’d ever seen done, as an act, in a circus: Bikes. Continue reading “I Can Ride A Bike”

Penn & Teller: Fool Us

Yesterday I went to the filming of an episode of ‘Penn & Teller; Fool Us’. Sam Veale was kind enough to hook my up with tickets on behalf of Romany who was appearing on the show.

I was a great afternoon, got to see some great magic but I won’t spoil it for you as you will get the chance to see it when it airs!

At the moment I’m seeing a lot of live magic and I’m really enjoying it. It’s still a relatively new medium for me to watch so it’s still a bit of a novelty.

Off to watch the Shoebox UK tour tonight, which I’m pretty excited about. Been wanting to see one since it started.

Stories from not very long ago…

Some short stories from an older artist friend…

“In the time that my parents were performing in the Soviet Union, Odin Dankmann (the General Director of the Soviet State Circus) still held favour with Stalin. Later, he was ordered by him to be shot.”

“Each time that we were engaged abroad my father had to visit the Gestapo to receive a visa and permission to travel. The official there meant us all the best as he gave us our final visa in 1944, with a meaningful look and the words: “this is the last time that I can give you these papers.”

“In the early 1960s it was still normal, despite the Berlin Wall, to have musicians from West Berlin playing in the orchestra at the Friedrichstadtpalast. I remember that one such musician was involved with a young lady from the ballet. The lovers spent every moment that they could together. One day the Stasi arrived during a rehearsal and arrested the couple. I do not know exactly what had happened.”

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Kiev – Part 1

So, I had just graduated from The Circus Space and had been working for a few months but for a long time I had wanted to go to the circus school in Kiev. Finally I had got it all sorted but now I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go because I had built up consistent work in London. I kept changing my mind until one thought prevailed; screw it this is a one in a lifetime chance to go and train a little more and learn the secret of handstands. From day one I have always heard that Kiev is the best school, from all the videos and circus festivals like Cirque Du Demain all my favourite acts (that I consider the best) come from Kiev. I wanted to know why they were so good what they were doing differently to me, what was their secret. So at the start of October I went to Kiev and trained handstands for 8 weeks.

I’ve had many people ask me about it, so this blog is about my journey, my experiences and my time in Kiev and I truly hope it will answer your questions and help you.

http://circusacademy.kiev.ua/perspective_of_development.html

KievThe circus school and its surroundings

Circus Artist Hotel

I stayed in the Circus artist hotel, which was about £15 a night for me; in my room I had 3 beds and 1 wardrobe. The decor was absolutely sublime; blue painted walls that if you ran you fingers down, the paint went onto your finger tips; along with bed covers that had dolphins on (which kept you safe during the night). The kitchen had an oven which didn’t work and 3 hobs, a sink and a fridge. So we had to make a cup of coffee the old school way. The bathroom had a normal toilet and then a TUB, it was a bout 2ft by 2ft, it was tiny and not comfy or in the slightest practical to have a bath in.

Again with showing how well they have moved with technology there was no washing machine and there were no laundrettes so it was hand washing (you get very sore hands) but at least the heating was good. It was also cockroach infested, which really hindered my sleep because I have never seen cockroaches and I’m not that brave (being in a different country, not speak the language was bad enough).

The walk to the circus school

The school was a 20 minute walk from the Circus Artist hotel where I was staying; it is situated in the middle of a military training base and looked like an old derelict Olympic area. It had a football pitch surrounded by concrete seats, a sand pit for long jump, high jump and pole vault, around the edge it had the running track and also had rugby goal posts. It is very old now and has Kiev graffiti all over it and is reddened with a lot of very cute stray dogs, but it was still being used everyday either by young students running and jumping or by older lads playing football tournaments.

Then you come up to the military base, where you’ll see the police marching around, they were any age from 16 to 40 and they rule – you don’t mess with them and you get out of their way – which I learnt quickly. They have to keep the whole place tidy, digging holes for trees or digging up trees. The main chore they had to do was sweep up the leaves, it really showed how traditional Kiev still is because they swept the leaves up with a bunch of twigs bundled together. It took me a while to get used to these traditional things still in their culture, to me they seemed really contrasting to the Ferrari garage that was down the road, and the ‘super cool’ sushi restaurants that all played dance music to having no washing machine and everyone sweeping up leafs with twigs and branches.

Then there is a swimming baths, I never went in them which was odd (I had a lot of spare time) but it’s this big blue building which was always being used. Then you come up to where I was, first of all it just looks like a average sports hall, you have 5 a side football courts and male and female changing rooms and communal showers, the Ukrainians there were very homophobic but they are a lot more comfortable with getting changed, showering and talking in front of each other than people are in the UK which was very interesting (I began to realise they are all much more mature for their age). I saw that they also had fencing classes there and there was an outdoor cinema but I never saw that being used.

The School

So you then get to the circus training space which starts at 9am. Every morning all the students will be waiting outside for the doors to be opened, we tried to go in early and warm up but we would get shouted at by the cleaners who every morning vacuumed the room and washed the floor, they would also sow up the crash mats (every morning!) they were like patch works (not very reassuring!)

So the space we trained in was one massive room, it looked like an old male gymnastic room, it had a Olympic size sprung floor for FX and sports acro routines and another sprung floor half the size which wasn’t very sprung more soft floor. It had 3 sets of rings (low ones, high competition ones and a pair in the pit) which we used for muscle up competitions, conditioning and a laugh. Nearly everyone in the school could muscle up – it was a basic strength move. The gym had 3 pommel horses ranging from on the floor to competition height, one mushroom into the floor which most people could do 1 double leg circle and bail, 4 parallel bars: 2 about 4 foot high and then one at competition height and one beside the pit, which ended up getting kicked and punch by the handbalancers, then 3 high bars: 2 in the pit and 1 low one on the floor which was used so all students learnt Split leg rotation/mill circle and up start and finally a tumble track running into the pit that really wasn’t that sprung just soft.

At times it was warmer outside than it was inside the training space, me and the other handbancers sometimes wore gloves to train in and lots of layers but you always got the odd guy still walking round topless, generally the straps boys they were known as the crazy ones. The windows were not double glazing and they had been broken, usually from the jugglers throwing their juggling balls in anger. We commonly had little birds flying around and trying to find out how to get back out, the lights and heating only came on when it was really cold and dark because of cost but also the lights got broken a few times – again from jugglers getting angry. There are ceiling rafters which all the circus equipment was hung onto which would never happen in the UK due to health and safety but also the jugglers would climb up the walls and walk along it about 30 ft high and place a ball up there just so they could try knocking it off with another juggling ball from the floor, again something that wouldn’t be allowed here in the UK, safety safety safety.

From what I gathered circus was in 9-1 which was students and professionals, after us was professional time and then sports acro but they sometimes trained with us, Shcherbak and Popov were sometimes there when we were but mainly after or before. On a Saturday younger boys about 8-12 would come and train from 12 doing gymnastics, they would always come early so they could throw them self into the pit before their coach came.

One last thing about the space, the toilets are just a hole in the floor, you didn’t really go for many number twos there.

Don’t Try This At Home . . . For A Reason

“And the risks are what?”

Ok, so technically I’m not supposed to say that out loud.  I’m in sideshow.  I risk my safety, and sometimes my life,  for your entertainment.  But here I am about to learn a new stunt and we’re going over the details, and it just pops out of my mouth.  Oh, my new stunt?  It’s the Ladder of Blades.

I’m giddy 🙂

But first I have to build the thing, and my coaches have this very wax-on-wax-off philosophy about teaching.  It’s like this TV show I saw once where this kid wants to learn to ride a motorcycle but first his dad makes him take apart and rebuild the engine first.  So I’ll need wood, nails, and – oh yeah – 4 to 8 sharp blades.  Hehehehehe.  So, I’m writing down all the specs for the build and some notes on the stunt itself, and then he gets to the part about the hurting.

Course I knew this.  I mean come on, it’s a LADDER OF BLADES.  My feet are good and we can all thank my parents for the ballet lessons so my balance is fine, so I’m not too worried about slicing my feet open.  Sure sure, he says, but if I slip – and here it comes – I run the risk of taking a CHUNK out of my CALF.

Ok, let’s take a moment a give the public service announcement and say, Please for the love of all that is good -> Do Not Try This At Home.  Thank you.

Now back to you regularly scheduled blog.  Now normally I associate a chunk of missing calf with a shark attack.  Then again I eat fire, so this isn’t stopping me; I’m hand picking my blades this week.  But still it gives even the most hardened sideshow freak pause, and I’m thinking frankly it should.  Cause the day I stop worrying about the dangers I should probably hang up my top hat, for I shall be on a short time line to a mortal accident.  (Yeash.  Ok I’m starting to understand why my family looks at me funny now.  Ah well.)

So for now I’m thinking that I’m going to build one very sturdy ladder and get back into dance class, ’cause I am way too pretty to have asymetrical legs.

Manipulation Research Laboratory #3

http://www.shoeboxtour.com/mrl/

Jay Gilligan writes:

“The third and final Manipulation Research Laboratory (MRL) took place in Stockholm, Sweden, on March 22-25, 2010. The first MRL focused on finding the rules of manipulation. During this process the realization came that these rules were actually speaking about composition, which became the theme for MRL #2. MRL #3 combined both previous topics of exploration and zoomed in on composition at the level of single tricks, as well as documenting the process of creation for making tricks.

Every trick has two main parts – not only the pure physical movement and concept, but also what physical object this movement is done with. Objects can then be further described by examining either their shape and form, or by the materials of which they are made.

The main research team consisted of Luke Wilson, Ivar Heckscher, Erik Åberg, Matias Salmenaho, along with myself. The laboratory was joined by three students – Ron Beeri, Patrik Elmnert, and Wes Peden. Ben Richter, a senior member of MRL #1 & 2, also contributed to early discussions of the work.”

http://www.shoeboxtour.com/mrl/

Egypt

Spent a couple of days in Cairo, didn’t have net access ( think if I’d the choice between free water or free wifi, I’d go for free wifi most of the time!) so I’m writing this in the airport waiting for my flight home and won’t be able to post it till I get back. Waste of time, maybe?

Stuff floating in my head….
Taxi driving
Social ladders
Rubbish in the street
Middle classes
The sun
Political unrest
No photos of the police
Pepsi
Empty oil drums
Golf courses
Smoky bars
Unfinished houses
Drumming
Mix grill feasts
Empty plane…

Car
Tube
Bus
Walk
Home.

Welcome to MeghanLand

Good morning, and it is technically still morning for another 18 minutes here in sunny Los Angeles, CA.  Greetings and salutations to you all, I am Meghan.  Excuse me, let me try that again so that you can hear me better.  Ahem, ahem, cough <<clearing of throught>>  *HACK* …

STEP RIGHT UP! Step right up, that’s right Ladies and Gentlemen, right this way.  Why right behind this curtain I have sights your eyes have never seen before, sounds your ears have never heard before, feelings your tender young heart Miss have never even dreamed before.  Sir, yes Sir, you Sir. Have you Sir ever hear of the Tahitian Mirmaid? NO?! How about Zip the Pinhead?  Come now surely you know about The Hilton Sisters? Yes, the most beautiful Siamese Twins in all the world?  Well right inside this very tent is waiting for you the Human Pin Cushion, a woman who feels no pain, the Fire Eater, a man who is impervious to the flame.  But please do not go in there if you have a heart condition for I fear The Gauvage will seperate you from your senses . . .

And so the “Talker” would go on building the tip and turning them into the tent for the next show.  Welcome to my world, the world of the Circus Sideshow.  I perform with a troupe of amazingly talented and lovely women, all a little to the left of center, named The Ladies Society for the Subversive Arts and we perform a show called The Sideshow Sirens.  I am  Serenity in the show, and I play with fire in all its glorious forms.

Welcome to MeghanLand.

www.sideshowsirens.com

Archaos Circus

In my opinion a must watch video of the legendary Archaos Circus, won’t be every ones thing but worth a watch none the less, inspiring, raw and pioneering stuff!

Also more info on a new archive website which has been set-up in memory of founder Pierrot Bidon  and all the other artists, technicians and members of Archaos Circus: http://archaos.info/

Personal

I think I wrote a while ago that one reason I didn’t start blogging earlier was that I felt it was too personal, too egocentric, and too TMI (TTMI?).

I am in my own bed in Cologne, after a week of shows in Hannover, and have been enjoying a lovely whisky. Which maybe helps me to think about this post.

I got into quite a discussion on the train home with my very close colleague and even closer friend Ken Bardowicks about life expectations. I was thoroughly offended by some things that he said, but luckily we are close enough that I could tell him that. It reminded me though of my opinion that basically all life possibilities and choices can be made to work.

I worked for nearly ten years with the woman who first became my wife, and then in due course my ex-wife. Whilst we were together, many people told us how clear it was in our work that we were a couple, and that only a real couple could have a connection like we had on stage. I always thought that was, to be blunt, bullshit: and indeed, our work in the time of our separation was in no way less “good” than before. What was important on stage was our sharing of a common artistic vocabulary and ability.

To be on tour with ones real life partner/boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife clearly has many advantages. And just as many disadvantages. But the point is, it can work. And so can the extreme opposite: I always wonder how colleagues with partners in “regular” jobs manage, but the point is, they do!

The reason I began this post is that my girlfriend had a gig in Hannover this morning: a promotional show for the GOP Varieté where I am working. She arrived at her hotel last night around 3am, and I watched her performance in the city at midday, after which we had a coffee together and I went to my 2:30pm show and she drove the three hours back to her own show in Marburg this evening.

It felt almost like real dating: although we have the same job, it takes us to different places at different times, but when the chance is there to meet up, then fantastic! For sure, it’s not the easiest way to have a relationship, but the point is: all possibilities can work. Rather than having some shallow and slim definition of “life”, we should remember that the world is a rather large place, and most examples of lifestyle that we can imagine are being practiced right now somewhere in the world. All have advantages and disadvantages, but all are possible.

Also, and possibly related, I was rather scared watching Petra hang off a rope, rigged on a hot-air balloon, hanging on a crane, on a windy day…

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Fourth Wall

Backstage at the GOP Varieté theatre in Hannover, just finished my training and now relaxing for 40 mins or so before getting ready for the first of our two shows today.

One of the major reasons that I love doing Varieté contracts is the stability of the environment. I prefer to know for example exactly how my lights will be, and to trust that the technicians will turn them on and off at the right moment. Ditto for the space, the sound and the ritual. I think this partly comes from the juggler mindset, but can accept that it probably says something deeper about my own psychology too…

“Change ain’t good, Leon”.

For nearly 5 years I performed a set and unchanging act (duo club juggling with Ilka Licht), and my solo juggling act has been set for the last 6 years or so. In that time I have made plenty of new pieces and shows, with magic and with juggling, but I have always held on to my “act as seen” as the centrepiece.

So why did I decide last year that I would retire my juggling act and make a new one to replace it? Well, for many reasons, ranging from “artistic” to “commercial”, but the point is that I am now busily performing an act that I have thus far only done 15 or so times, rather than the hundreds that I would prefer. It’s a good process to go through again! And by the end of the two month run here it shall be without question my “main act”.

For the first time in my life I have an act where I play fourth wall up. It is only for the first 50 seconds or so, but it is totally new to me. I have always made a point in my work of starting a clear dialogue with the audience as soon as I walk on stage, and to start that dialogue whilst being completely internal and alone is something I am learning. It seems to come so naturally to all my acrobat colleagues, but I guess that is why many of them often say that they cannot imagine eg talking on stage, or that to so would be such a major step. It seems an obvious step to me as an extension of the audience contact, but if that contact is other than what I am used to, then of course it seems as foreign as “being alone” on stage is to me.

But it is getting less so every day.