Page 3 October 1980
THE PROFESSOR CONFIDENCE CORNER By Dave Finnigan - IJA Education Director - Edmunds, WA They
came from all over the U.S. and around the world to participate, tossing
objects skyward to the syncopated beat of the latest disco music. Costumes
were colorful and the young competitors buzzed with excitement as round
after round of the contest unfolded. Most were perky teenagers, with
ballerina poise and the flexibility of gymnasts. They romped through
their routines to the roar of an appreciative crowd. On
the night of the World Championships, the 10 teams marched in to the
strains of John Phillip Souza. From Belgium, Canada, England, France
Germany, Italy, Japan, Netherlands, Scotland and the United States, they
followed their flags out onto the floor. Standing in formation, TV
cameramen encircled the pack. The judges were announced and took their
places on the podium. The finals began. Each
contestant had six minutes for a routine. Spinning objects were tossed
through space and caught again in an incredible variety of styles. By
performing intricate gymnastic, dance, and tumbling moves,
participants individualized their acts in thrilling ways. The
sustained roar of the crowd, and scores of 9.7 and 9.9 confirmed that we
were watching the peak of the art. After the best were selected,
winners ascended the ceremonial platform for presentation of medals.
Anthems were played for proud parents beaming in the wings. Another
year's competition passed with a final announcement to remind us that we
could reassemble in Nice, France, in 1981 for the second World
Championships of baton twirling. The
above refers to the post-Fargo championships I attended here in Seattle.
Their competition contrasted well with ours. However, two things that
were somewhat subdued in Fargo stood out
among the twirlers the pageantry and youth. I
was amazed to see them juggling three, four and even five batons in
cascade and shower patterns. Of course, I issued a general invitation to
attend the IJA convention in Cleveland next summer. We should consider
holding a joint convention some day, as both juggling and baton twirling
would benefit.
The
old system of executing the most different tricks in an allotted time
period might suffice for the compulsories. Or, a set of school figures to
be executed in order might be developed. Special endurance competitions
might be established for individual props.
As a third alterative, I imagine a ranking of jugglers by by color. This Japanese form uses competition (Kata) as the basis for attainment of higher levels. With three objects in the air, you eam your white belt. Brown belts might be masters of four objects or of esoteric arts such as ball spinning or club swinging. Black belts should be able to play with five balls, or execute tricks which demonstrate full control at an extremely high level of skill. Judges
would be those already wearing black belts. You would apply to be examined
as you presented your art, and those failing could reapply at subsequent
conventions. This third approach could be easily tested at a convention to
see if it strikes sparks. Last
issue I suggested inviting young associates to conventions. This issue
I'll like to add that you shouldn't forget your heroes, either. I've asked
two of mine to come.
Kumar
of India is one of the greatest plate spinners of all time. Retired from
show business now in Dallas, TX, he played the vaudeville circuit, circuses,
fairs and television in North America and Europe. Conducting a workshop
for physical educators in Dallas in August, I was privileged to have his
help. He performed "black belt" feats to perfection still,
claiming he had not practiced in 15 years. He was great, and the physical
educators ate him up.
Francis
Brunn, whom I met at the Western Washington Fair, is also interested in
coming to Cleveland to assist in workshops on ball spinning and balance.
During the fair, Brunn shared the stage with Pat Boone for five days.
Needless to say, the local "juggling junkies" all trouped out to watch the man of whom Karl-Heinz Ziethen wrote, "Francis Brunn, the unforgettable legendary name of an artist never equaled and praised as a miracle, will exist always as the greatest juggler genius of our time. This is no exaggeration." It wasn't indeed. Under intolerable conditions, the Nijinsky of juggling danced through an unequalled routine. We
talked with Francis between shows and on a whirlwind tour of Seattle to
buy a ball. He praised Asparagus, a show now appearing in San Francisco,
and expressed a secret desire to see the Flying
Karamazov Brothers at work. He admonished us not to look to other jugglers
for inspiration, but to study other art forms --- dance, music, mime,
gymnastics. |