The show must go on, must be moved every night -- if you love it, you shove it, you push, you pull, and you fight!*
I've many times observed, impression here, that perhaps the Lone Star state is a wow of a welcome for circuses; Don't know if they'd sing "You're in Big D, my oh yes!" to Cirque du Solei. They like their sawdust down and basic
No wonder so many shows pitch fresh canvas to start new seasons. But why do they flirt with early spring mud is beyond me. There is a reason, Kids, why shows once opened in spring, Make that March and no sooner. They did not, in fact, ever purposely lust after storm and stress. (Oops! I overlooked Mr. V.).
As listed in the latest Circus Report (I'm a happy re-subscriber), on February 22 (and likely other dates as well), four shows will be down there in Texasland, thrashing around for customers: Carson & Barnes; Kelly-Miller, Gatti-Charles ( Gatti of California???), Jordan World --- and add to the list a fifth contender in the form of Circo Hermanos Vazuez, which will open in Brownsville, already plied by the circus of North the Sequel.
Waiting for South of the Border hands to appear, no less than Johnny II and sporty spouse Shirley, per reports by -- guess who? -- seen mired in rain-drenched lots, terrific troupers they! Maybe not singing my verse, but surely enslaved to the Great Passion:
The tents must be pitched
The sledgehammers swung
Bright banners unfurled
the chandeliers hung ...
we have promised a grand arrival at dawn! *
Some magical musings: Texans who like Steve and Ryan can see them, nearby, in many of the same towns where they watched the guys cut up in past years. In case you hadn't heart, Copeland & Combs are touring this season with Circo Hermanos Vazquez.
I'm hoping Circus Report soon reviews the latest from John Ringling North II and the Byrds.
*from the song, "The Show Must Go On," from my and David Baron's musical, Those Ringlings, recently revised once again and now touring the in-boxes of our nation's leading (and too often most evasive) regional theatres. Maybe this time, I have it right.
Who said the Ageless Delight was dead? Not any more dead than my Broadway dreams.