Ethiopia Turns Silver to Gold at Princess Stephanie's Finest Hour

Ethiopia Turns Silver to Gold at Princess Stephanie's Finest Hour
SENSATIONAL PROMO VIDEO DEFIES SAME OLD, SAME OlD ... NEVER HAVE I SEEN SO MUCH NOVELTY PACKED IN THE RING

Happening Today ... at Circu Krone ... No Bots ... No Lifelines ... No Tapes ...

Happening Today ... at Circu Krone ... No Bots ... No Lifelines ... No Tapes ...
""Horses, sawdust, live band and a full house. Looks like a circus to me -- Anonymous

Wednesday, December 31, 2025

2025 - YEAR OF THE DOG? Random Reflections on a Mediocre Circus Season --- Good, Bad, and Maybe

 Wat exactly should I be reporting on?

“Circus,” as defined by Webster’s 10th: 

An arena often covered with a tent and used for avariety shows including feats of physical skill, wild animal acts and performances by clowns

 I wonder if the new 12th edition has been revised to read: 

A word used by a wide variety of traveling acrobatic troupes that sometimes include animals and/or clowns.

Would this not be as accurate as was the older definition? 

We are adrift in a sea of circus show variations, which makes watching and reviewing them a challenge. I see no clear unifying thread relative to the season now ending, so I will asterisk away, first taking the time to thank Don Covington and Alex Smith, on this side of the pond, Douglas McPherson on the other, for helpfully sending me numerous news and feature items through the year. Okay, in no particular order .

* WHO OWNS BIG APPLE CIRCUS? Never in my days of circus going have  I not known the name(s) of those who owned every show I followed or read about.  Paul Binder's gift to New Yorkers seems to have devolved into a tangle of owners and venture capitalists, once if not still Sarasota based,  known as Compass Partners. If only one of them had a compass pointing to successful full season operation.


* A KING DISPOSED? Another dysfunctionally out-of-order curiosity  is the Wisconsin Historical Society, now owner of Circus World Museum. They let CEO Scott McDonnell, abovego, and then to replace him,  hired and, a few months later, fired Julie Parkinson.  When I spoke with Scott, he lent the impression of a conflict with his new overlords at the State Historical Society over future directions and goals for the museum. Why Oh Why?


* BLOOD OVER HUGO; Two tragic deaths in a single season. Traci Byrd allegedly shot dead by her boyfriend, Armando Caceras, he reportedly the prime suspect.  Worse yet, tiger trainer Ryan Easley, only 37, mauled to death by one of his tigers in September. My deepest sympathies to Ryan’s family and to the folks  of Hugo.   

                              
* BAFFLING ZOPPE NO-SHOW.  Little Ilario Zoppe, heretofore a gifted clown, this year not making an appearance until the very end of a so-so show, and not in greasepaint. He’s being trained in hand and foot balancing.  Why oh Why? I waited to see both him and his brother, Julien, and was stood up. Their absence left a hole in  a thin program. Makes no sense whatsoever. 

               
* L0SS OF A WONDERFUL BIG TOP BOSS, 
Johnny Pugh,  February 17.   I never met the man, but was lucky to interview him by phone. Talk about warm and caring.  A  swell down-to-earth guy — heck, the nicest guy who ever ran a circus? Born in the Kennington district of London to showman John "Digger" Pugh, John came to the states as an acrobat,  and  would help save the Beatty-Cole show.  He also served as a judge for Prince Rainier's Monte Carlo Circus Festival.  What a pleasure it is to watch 
YouTubes of Beatty-Cole in the 1980s, during that last great American circus decade.  Even through the gauze of crowds streaming down the track during  the first displays, action in and over the rings keeps  us completely satisfied.  Circus straight ahead. It always starts with and comes from the person at the top.

* FINDING BIG STARS UNDER LITTLE TENTS.  Rarely am I not wowed by one or two.  Happened this past year when You Tube rolled Flip Circus my way, a name new to me.  Two standouts:   A fellow scaling and body-contorting up and down a Chinese pole, so refreshingly novel an attack. And on the same bill, two dashing jugglers working a brilliantly inventive routine — even with too many flubs. I wold gladly pay to see them again.  
 

MAYHEM IN GLOBES OF DEATH, from Rome to America. I’d never known of a single accident over here. But, as scrupulously researched by Douglas McPherson, turns out it can and has happened to motorcycling daredevils madly circling each other. A few riders over time have not come out alive. At least one this past year, in Italy, and four non-fatal crashes in the UK.  Broken bones and dead bodies sustain in the public's mind the element of risk at the circus. And their popularity tells us that the crowds still want risk.

* ONLY IN SAN FRANCISCO   Circus Bella, a free summer show at Bay Area parks featuring local talent, turns into Club Bella in December under a 300 seat designer tent, as suave as what might pass for cinema in space.  How I’d love to experience it, but not at prices ranging from fifty to eighty bucks. I’ll wait for grass. Sadly, the show's exceptionally talented composer and musical director Rob Reich, 47, passed away earlier this year.  He and his band gave the show one undeniably world class attribute. He could have been a giant -- when circuses were giants.

Out, Damn Cirque! 

 * CIRQUE DU MYSTIFY:  Funniest found quote, shuffling through old papers, this from Lyn Gardner of The Guardian, in a 2008 review of OVO:  "I know plenty of people who would quite happily pay me not to sit through a Cirque du Soleil show." (Her one-star review of the exhausting Cirque yawner, Amluna --- I gave it a grudging 2), resulted in the Montreal monster revoking her press pass.)  I myself loved the first CDS shows, but now, a survivor of too many plodding latter-period duds, I have tittle desire to face the dark existential gloom of ECHO, now emoting to the perfect town for such, San Francisco. I suffered through its tyranny on my flat screen. Maybe it's something about the human figure being turned into abstract body parts.  Maybe a primer on group suicide?

 * DANCE ON, ZIPPOS!  Never have I seen hoofers  at a circus carry on as if they were on Broadway and choreographed by the best. In this instance, favoring the contortionesque patterns  of Bob Fosse. What a revelation.  Called  Candyland 2024, from Zippos in the UK.  See for yourself on You Tube.

* DOGS R US.  And never more so than when a circus comes to town.  You can take this sprightly charmer out of the ring, but you'll never take the ring out of its heart.  Even Kenneth Fled couldn't resist himself in a wimpy cave to a robotic mutt he calls Bailey.  The lone figure of real circus was such a hit with customers that  Feld is giving Bailey more to do in New Ringling S2. (see more about this in my post below.)  If  performing dogs can win TV competitions before millions, what's to stop  even our most timidly temporizing owners from granting the audience that which it clearly adores and has few "issues" with? 

 *  DOGS STEAL THE SHOW AT BIG APPLE CIRCUS --- only act on the current bill reviewed by The New York  TimesYes, true, confirmed and certified by cyber courier  Don Covington.  The honor goes to Olate's capering canines, who had previously won first place --- and one millions dollars ---on America's Got Talent 2019. And what, might I indiscriminately inquire, does this say for the rest?  The Times hates to review circuses in the negative.  Inexplicably, they ignored New Ringling.  

 * FANFARE AND FAREWELL   How sad was I to learn, from Maureen Brunsdale, that she is leaving her post at Illinois State University, where she oversaw their circus holdings.  Health reasons, the cause. So lucky was I when I queried her back in 2011 on taking my papers and interview tapes under he aegis.  She, unlike a number of unmovable others, said yes with a glow on her face (or so that’s how it felt.)  I can’t think of a more stable or appropriate place for my work to reside.  Colleges are not subject to disruptions and fire sales. Maureen landed the Henry Ringling North papers and the massive 250,000-items collection of Herb Ueckert.  She authored the eagerly received bio of Art Concello, In the Shadow of the Big Top, for which, The Circus Historical Society awarded her their Stuart Thayer Prize. I will forever miss her.

* ILLINOIS DAVID?  My first circus review was set into type at the Hohenadel  Print Shop in Rochelle, publisher of The White Tops. In Champaign, the University of Illinois Press published my most successful book,  Big Top Boss: John Ringling North and the Circus.  And now, my papers will reside in Normal. Bless you, Maureen, for taking them in, and may you find rewarding new subjects to write about in the next chapter of your life. 

2808 1.18.26 

Wednesday, December 17, 2025

DID YOU KNOW?.... A Tragic Loss, Ryan Easley, 37, Fatally Attacked by Tiger in September



Tuesday, December 09, 2025

HERE'S ONE FOR THE DOGS: They're "Stealing the Show" at Big Apple Circus, Reports The New York Times ... Hey, Ringling! Here's How to Make a Miraculous Trans-Canine Return

Ah,  how I love a good old fashioned real circus. Legit circus. True circus. Circus Circus!

As I have  written here, show me a dog and and I'll call you a  circus.  Well, Big Apple, YOU ARE CIRCUS. May the timid tenters out there, and they know who they are, follow suit and let some of our beloved animals back in.  

Feld of Felds, have you the guts to lead the way? Where is your courage?  Man Up, Circus Up! and let the circus back in the circus.  "Bailey" your bot is a pitiful symbol of self-evisceration.  A sad far cry from robust showmanship the world expected of Ringling .Is this how you want to be remembered?  Here is how to make Bailey the key to a true comeback.

I have the perfect story line, Disney be damned: Bailey accidentally spots some real circus mutts somewhere and is so excited, he longs to be like them.  Barks for his freedom from metal, for a trans-canine makeover.  Lights go dark, drum rolls, crashing symbols, and a great circus parade invades the arena.  Bailey is  leading it!  The excitement is so great, that he is inspired to do more things, more and more and then struggles, apparently up against mechanical restraint. Is he still really?  Miracle of miracles, lights down and up in blazing glory.  Bailey is now a REAL DOG.  

Crowds go wild!  The Gods of Circus sing Hallelujah!  And in parade the five Ringling brothers, John Ringling North and Irvin  Feld. 

Thursday, December 04, 2025

WAITING FOR GODOT IN A PUP TENT? ... Celebrating Portable Amusements --- Carnie layouts to Irish Theater Fit-ups ...

              Laying down The Whip, at the fairgrounds in Santa Rosa.  

In my compulsively creative boyhood, the discovery at the county fairgrounds of how Foley & Burk carnival wagons were spotted and unloaded to form midway attractions utterly fascinated me. Rides went up in  portable sections. Wood frames for games were raised, joined together by open hinges, and covered in canvas.

My pet wagon was a quaint little thing when I first laid eyes on it, parked in front of the fairgrounds entrance.  What was it for? A few comical images and a small scrim I could barely see through posed a mystery.  When the wagon was spotted on the midway, its sides raised to form a two story structure, Thimble Theater appeared at the top. I was taken.  Had. Seduced. With the dark walk-through on the top floor, it would become my all  time favorite carnival amusement. 


Actually, Fun on the Farm, its manufactured name at birth, was trans-fashioned by Foley & Burk to feature comics characters out of the 1930s. Working parts powered animated images of them on the front facades, and within, rotating floor sections that produced the most wonderful grinding sounds. 

Infected with wagon-based zeal, I started out with my very portable red Radio Flyer wagon, a Christmas gift.  Once, I turned it into a covered wagon, another time, a cool aid concession .  And I built the portable frame for a fun house in the front yard, under scorching July heat.  Covered it with old rugs my mother had thrown out.  Shortly thereafter, the fire department paid us a courtesy visit. My most formidable creation was condemned before it could even open!

I can't remember what I was trying to bring off here.


Me with Tippy, and Patches our cat, sister Kathy to the left, brother Dick to the right..

Blame this portable blather on an unexpected article, Hollywood on Wheels, by Douglas McPherson in London, writing for The Stage. The subject is Fit-ups, as they were called in the UK, a tradition dating  back to at least 1839.  In a land of playwright giants (Becket, Synge, Shaw, Wilde, O’Casey)  ironically, there were pitifully few stages  upon which to play  Waiting for Godot in a pup tent?   This lead to Fit–up touring troupes that brought their own flats and drops, and proscenium arches, fitted them  in open spaces,  on village and school hall stages, to keep the show going.  Young actors and writers, toiling in Fit-ups (Harold Pinter, one),  were better prepared, I am supposing, to be less critical of “professional theater” working conditions.

My puppet shows went on tour, too. At Luther Burbank Elementary, I was asked to present a  show from from classroom to classroom up and down the halls. This called for the fitting-up genius of my.Uncle Teddy,  who designed and built for me a portable stage. With my record-player sound man, Ross Begley, we loaded it out on my Radio Flyer, and rolled it to school one morning. We were a big hit! 

In the smallest of wee Irish towns, you could watch a different Shakespeare play almost every night, and on Sundays, be tickled by comedies, like The Importance of Being Ernest. On portable screens, flickering images of Rudolph Valentino and Charlie Chaplin charmed the simple masses. These road shows, about 60 in number at their peak, thrived into thee 1960s.  And then came television.  

 


In recent times, reports McPherson,  Fit Ups are making something of a charming little come back.  He quotes Geoff Gould who “was raised on tales of the fit ups by his mother and father,” throwing up his own company, Blood in the Alley (handball games), sixteen years ago Still on the road, they are spreading their brand of mayhem in halls, pubs, tents and in the open.

My model building, photo above, honors some of my favorite rides.  

Today’s portable amusements may be better engineered and easier to set up.  I’ll take yesterday’s very visible moving parts.  Their sweaty rise over a dry field of grass and weed. The grinding rumble of the shifting floors in the Thimble Theater. Oh, what a fabulous soundtrack.  What a fun house – human hands all the way!

And that’s a fitting wrap

3390