Page 29 Summer 1996
During
all this (and for at least as many more acts) Animal neatly manages
the scheduling and introductions, always getting the names and titles
right, with never more than a few seconds between acts, and
Now
Rhys comes out again, rubbing his raggedly shorn head, and thanks all
the vendors
for coming. He then introduces Kevin Wilber, owner of The Professional
Beanbag Hatchery, as inventor of the most original prop of the
festival: club covers" These are elastic covers to keep your
clubs clean while you practice. The only problem with them is that;,
they look good enough to leave on all the time. (Serious Juggling and
Capitol Juggling now carry them.),
While
Kevin describes his club covers, three men appear from out of the
wings in a familiar hand-to-shoulder line dance wearing nothing more
than strategically fitted club covers! They turn and bow to the crowd,
turn again and boogie back behind the wings. Kevin turns pink and
becomes speechless. Everyone else is laughing and falling about. A
good end to a good Club Renegade!
The
crowd retreats back to the small gym for more open juggling. Mr.
String and I talk about the respective obsessions that overcame us at
midlife and changed our worlds. We agree it is much more fun than
merely getting a sports car or finding religion. Francoise
After
closing the gym at 2 a.m., I drive her to her host's home and find
that she has a strong interest in choreography and dance. I
On
Saturday morning the gym is crammed and the music is loud. At several
points Martin
Outside
it is damp and overcast and sprinkly. Animal sets up a an old
parachute canopy in the trees, puts a big tarp over the muddy spots,
and hangs a slackrope between two trees. This all seems futile, but
Animal just smiles and lets his laughter roll over the hills. Quite
soon the last of the misty rain disperses, and the morning sun pierces
the fog and makes the parachute into a great stained-glass dome.
At
least 100 jugglers come and dance in the sunlight and among the
glowing shadows of Animal's canopy.
At
noon Steve Mills and I sneak next door to the Eastmoreland Golf Club
to smash balls
It's
now 6 p.m. and we're at Cleveland High Extravaganza director, discovers that contrary to repeated prior inquiry, the school provides only the equipment, and not sound technician. So he asks if l will run it. We get tapes and cues from everyone, and Ochen sorts everything and keeps me sane for the next four hours.
At
6:30 that audience, 800-strong, charges down the aisles and scrambles
for the best seats. The lights go down and a spotlight hits Ngaio
Bealum. His own words describe the man quite well: The Chocolate
Mountain of Joy. He has the mildest set of drug, sex, and racial
jokes ever assembled. A tour de force of "kinder and
gentler" in stand-up comedy. He can also crank it up to any level
you'd like, but this is a "family" audience, as one stuffy
matron
Ngaio
opens things up and introduces
Rob
Brown and Frank Olivier bring a touch of the surreal to the show. They
each have acrylic fright wigs, unicycles and loud music.
Shoehorn
is a tap dancing saxophone player who is very good at both skills and
presents a rousing performance. (This is billed as a
"Juggling and Vaudeville Extravaganza.") Then there is Brian
Patz being the epitome of
And
then Moshe comes on with his remarkable cartoon-like character, Mr.
Yoohoo. Like the more famous Bill Irwin, he is
Now
we have a troupe of girls doing rhythmic gymnastics, two of whom,
we're told, are world-class contenders. They are followed by several
more young girls in matching BaliHai costumes, swinging poi-balls in
unison. These kids are a good number of cuts above a sympathy act and
deserve all the applause they get, which is considerable. (Keep in
mind that while half of the audience are jugglers, while half the
ticket-purchasers are not jugglers. Hence the "family"
acts.)
Then
there is the other kind of family act - the Mills Family. They
kill, as usual. Even though they do the extra-short version, the act
requires coordinating two wireless mikes, two cassettes with cues, and
some offstage visual imagery. (If Steve could just work in a golf
routine I think he'd be the happiest vaudevillian in the world!)
At
some point Cliff Spenger does a quick, blindfolded tightrope act
assisted by a nearly ideal kid volunteer. Cliff realizes this and
shows her off nicely. Jeff Daymont does his entire act in Japanese.
He's just come off a tour there and finds their language easier in
some respects than English, so... It's remarkable that all the
comic byplay between Jeff, Sergie (his Russian doll) and the audience
works just fine despite the language barrier.
Kenny
Schultz, multiple winner of national footbag tournaments, does
impossible things with that prop. Mark Peachock pleases the
Atsuko
Koga is a wonder. She does traditional ball and parasol work with the
fluid grace of a dancer. The ball is eventually replaced by a wooden
block, and then a coin. Then the parasol graduates to a three-decker
model, and the ball floats up and down the levels. Her cues to the
audience are slightly off at first. I suspect she is used to the Las
Vegas crowd (where she works), who have to be told what to watch and
when to applaud. She finishes with some very pretty, though not
terribly difficult, flower-stick work.
The last act is Francoise Rochais doing the nurnber that won her the IJA Individuals Championship last year. I'm amused by her costume and a character of a French shepherdess - an image from a Fousseauian mythic past that never was - entertaining her sheep with precision baton juggling. Her batons have ribbon tied in bows to one end, vaugely like Miss Bo Peep's staff as portrayed in old-fashoned children's books.
Ngaio
Bealum graciously closes the show |