I had a clown gig, last Saturday night. A private birthday for an adult male. It went better than one of the gigs from Vulgar. But, not as good as the gig at Tim Kazurinsky's house in Shakes The Clown. * I was late. Really, really late. My shit didn't go over very well. The birthday boy acted spoiled and entitled. The girl with the troll hair disappeared before I could even say 'hi'. Didn't get paid. Didn't feel like I deserved to, for being so late. But, fuck. I spent too many hours getting ready. And, riding 5 miles on a bicycle with a trailer with a tire deflating at a medium pace. I stood there, with my dick-in-a-jack-in-a-box for what felt like forever during a drum circle laced singing bowl moment of silence.
Pro's:
+ I 'made whoopie' with a twerking gay boy. (clown gag reference.)
+ I at least got a ride home.
+ Learned I don't really want to do private parties for strangers at all. Of the many kinds of performance I do, I gotta really clown for the love of it. Cuz, the $ isn't worth the time put in. I mean, no one really will want to pay me how much I really think these clown acts are worth.
Con's:
-didn't entertain as many people, as well, or enough, compared to my expectations
-felt like I was unprofessional
-spent a lot of time on something and didn't get paid for it
*to be fair to my overly self critical self,.. that scene sets the bar impossibly high. If you are a fan of clowns, I recommend both of these movies as well as Killer Klowns From Outer Space, It, and The Last Circus.
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