LAZY OVER HERE. How can I make much out of not much? I cover
skimpy midways. I wonder as I wander, how much longer a dry drill? ... Even five years ago, I had stuff to knock
around, laugh at and run with, blow up or toss out ... Hardly anything left but scraps and peanut shells, even screwed-up documents in e-mail, such as, from Carson & Barnes to me, a print out I can' read that I am suppose to approve for my 'earnings" during 2021, under the name of Wang. Did I tell you how dead it's getting out there? ... Tenting in the Twilight Zone ... Hugo, what were you thinking?
BEAR WITH ME, or giggle in front of my back. I'm scrambling around here, like poking in sticks under the old cedar of Lebanon in my boyhood front yard, looking for something to play around with ... Trying to kill time cobbling together a posty. It's a drag when what you have to work with is the sad spectacle of the trouping wounded managing to keep their shrinking canvas in the air, smiling to the public and it smiling back, wanting to believe still in circus day. Can you hear the beat of Chic in the background ?...
A FEELING OF being stranded in a morgue ... There was a rare streak of life from our beloved visitor, Anonymous, reveling in the darkness, declaring Big Apple Circus, yet to open, "garbage." Well, it felt real, at least ... and I ponder about Big Apple Circus Comeback Season 3, to be produced by Nik Wallenda. Why do I already feel uneasy over its prospects? Stay with me here.
NEW YORK PRESS & MEDIA not turning even fake somersaults over the news, possibly worn down by resurrection fatigue ... What the Hook This Time? Comeback Producer 1 (the doctor) offered us stodgy, Comeback Producer Number 2-3, sleazy. And what from Nik? Here's my queasy: Can the 7-high wire walk be really that much a pull, since it was performed in the first comeback, and anyway, as executed under so small a tent on a wire closer to low than to high, the feat may be unable to achieve maximum awe .. A trapeze act would be a better draw. Production Values: Show's creative staff shows a composer and a sound engineer, but no musical director or band leader, which hints of money problems at the outset ... To Manage and Perform: Nik himself will still be walking the wire (his life). thus, his focus on managing (new to him?) may be severely compromised. Lean Line-Up ... The solo-intense cast leaves me feeling a bit, what --recital-ish? ... Circuses for the most part thrive on the family or the partner(s) factor. Or animal friends.
MAKE 'EM SCREAM across the Big Pond! Can you feel alive? Can you feel a crowd? Gore is the new freak show, and it's knocking 'em dead. Crowds so great at Circus of Horrors, producer's sending out a second tent, relays Douglas McPherson from dare-to-terrify Over There. This may be good news, kids. Hear me out: I do believe that the public, whether it knows it or not, is hankering for something far closer to what circuses where (as in sideshow kink and true daredevils) than to another recycled acro-ballet bore. In other words, CIRCUS. I saw a You Tube of another edgy UK offering that dares to call itself "the daredevil circus," Circus eXtreme, giving acts of great skill and dangerous risk-raking. The gall of it all! Big crowd in the tent. Yes, a mass of live bodies, some wearing masks. While I'm not advocating a Stephen King bloodbath, I do exult in the kind of authentic circus that can raise the pulse and hit a visceral nerve in the human spirit. And when I see such a venture drawing a crowd, I can still see a future out there. We are still at least hanging on. God bless our dedicated troupers who endure against all odds ...
FEW HOURS LATER. Back at this whatever post, I'm now listening to Chic's 1978 disco hit, I
want Your Love, and it feels good. No, no, I'm not going off my rocker,
only grabbing a few vibrant bars of some of the best pop music ever composed, for inspiration. Monte Carlo
is coming back in January, and that's good, right? Who was big when
Chic was big? Cliff Vargas was in the early stages of his career, on the mad rise to something really big ... The Felds had Ringling riding high. So many solid American shows out there posting arrows, following arrows onto and off of grass and mud and weed and cracked cement. Crowds lining up to embrace the tattered magic. The animal hysterics had not yet formed. Some of the best tunes were composed pushing disco onto
dance floors and kept it there for years ... I'd like to hear more of it
under a tent ... It was always about the music for me. And for you? And where is this going? It's Saturday night, tomorrow
is Sunday, and I may post this then ...Or maybe, NOW. Yes, it's 9:06 pm PST. They want our love. So, let's give it back ...
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