It’s funny, sometimes I feel like there’s not a lot to update because day-to-day life is what it is. But I’ve got a bunch of little story snapshots (and a few actual pictures), so voila! Also, show info is at the bottom, but you can buy tickets here!
Juggling lemons and limes and working on passing with our Italian, who can also juggle! Admittedly, there was citrus flying everywhere in short order, but hey, we’ve got time to get better.
The luxury of training in an indoor space the other day. We had a massive crash mat. We had super high ceilings. We were surrounded by circus people (shout out to the Circus Warehouse and the folks training for Peter Pan!). The silks weren’t stretchy so I could climb up them so fast. The tails (ends) stayed right where they were supposed to be and didn’t get caught in the wind and fly off the boat.
Panicking, laughing, and chasing down C’s fabric tails while training outside. They not only flew off the boat, but promptly dumped themselves into the water. Whoops. Anyway, I managed to get them out pretty quickly and just the ends got a little wet! Most importantly, C was able to safely get down.
Watching a seagull positively destroy this fish. So I’d gone to the park for movement class and C and I were sitting on a bench waiting for everyone else and we’re staring out at the water and apparently both of us were entranced by this one seagull who was just on a mission. He’s hanging out in the water and like, dodging around kind of strangely. And we realize that he’s toying with this silver fish which is not that much smaller than he is. It manages to wiggle away and he calmly just paddles back into the water, very casually circling around and you can almost hear that fish going, “OHHH NOOOO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO GO AWAY GAHHHHHHHHHHH” and the seagull’s all like, “Hmmmdeee dumm. Gonna eat you. In a minute. Ah, there you go. Paddle paddle paddle. Yeeeeeep. Trapped you. Whatcha gon’ do?”
“OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD I GOTTA SWIM AS HARD AS I CAN OH GOD I’M RUNNING OUT OF WATER F*CK IT I’LL RUN”
And the whole time the seagull’s just casual, chill. “Oh hey little dude. See you’re beaching yourself. Sweet. Didn’t wanna have to kill you myself JUST KIDDING BEAK STAB” and it just goes to TOWN. Stabs this fish like, I dunno, three or four times and blood spurts and then the fish manages to wiggle away and whole process repeats. And that fish, I mean, I gotta give it to him. He was an absolute champ. He was just not giving up, you know? Like, it became really clear that there was no getting out of that situation and even if he did, he was in a pretty bad way, but he just didn’t stop. That little guy beached himself like he could will himself into growing legs or maybe a chain saw. Probably legs. He seemed more like a flight-er than a fighter. But soon it was just bleeding like crazy and stopped moving and the whole time the seagull is just doin’ a few beak stabs, checking out the other waterfowl that have started to drift over, stabbing a little more, and then he just goes for a bit of a swim. And all the other birds, I have no idea what they’re thinking you know? Like, this seagull seemed to have a reputation. And they’re all curious, but they sure aren’t gonna get involved or get too close. And the thing is, even when that seagull goes for a swim and all the other birds paddle in a little closer, none of ’em actually go for his fishy treat. It’s just hanging there on the beach. A couple minutes later, Stabby McStaberston paddles back and goes back in for more snacks, as though he just needed to walk it off before seconds. Of course, in the grand scheme of things, this wasn’t a terribly important moment but you shoulda seen it. That seagull was…I don’t know, I just imagine that if he were Scottish, bards (heh, bards…that’s like birds with an accent) would have written epic songs about him to be sung over tankards of ale the size of your head.
The beautiful sunsets! The Amara Zee lights up so pretty at dusk.
That moment of inspecting our mats with S and C because we see silver slivers and S goes, “is that glitter or metal shavings?” Ah, the eternal question on a circus boat. (Glitter, btw. From the intergalactic meeting of spiritual leaders birthday party last weekend.
It was actually, never mind. Explaining it won’t actually make it make any more sense.)
Cracking up when hearing, “COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE-oops…” – C, who may have slightly over-caffeinated and realized it.
These other (non-murderous) waterfowls. Oh wait, no, they probably were still hunting fish but that’s not the point. C and I were up on the truss doing a little maintenance and looking out at this sleek black bird who was just swimming around and I looked away for a second and *blip!* it was just gone! And I looked all over but it didn’t seem like it flew away and then it just popped up like 5 yards away! It just ducked under and swam that far which was really surprising. And it kept doing it which was super exciting and so both of us were up there cheering this little diver on and C (our cook) was below us at the bow just chilling out, writing letters, and eavesdropping and laughing at us. (Just did a little poking around at North American diving waterfowl. I think it might have been a lesser scaup hen? It was definitely all black though and I would say it had more of a beak than a bill…)(Edit: It was a cormorant! An all-black cormorant.)
Our on-site indoor training space is in an abandoned transformer house. The ceilings are low and it doesn’t do much to protect against the colder weather but it gives us a place to work when we can’t be on the truss and hey, it makes for some sweet photos!
The other day I was walking around Brooklyn flyering and postering. For the most part, I’ll quickly scope out a place to see if they’ve got a community board or something and if I catch a glimpse (or if they seem like they’d be the kind of place that would) I’ll ask whoever’s working, “Hey! I’m in an upcoming show: do you guys have a community board where I could leave a few flyers or a poster?” About half the time, they direct me to a cork board and leave me to it, but the other half of the time, they get curious and ask about it. And for the most part, I try to keep it short and sweet (“It’s a multi-media opera set in a futuristic dystopia!”) because the explanation could go on forever. Plus, this nearly always has the benefit of making people ask more questions, which is always a fun moment even when I’m feeling shy.
“Yeah, there’s puppets and video projection and music.”
“It’s…huh! So…but the poster says it’s ‘part cirque’?”
“Oh, yeah! That’s my part! I’m an aerialist.”
“I hang off of the truss of the boat and perform on aerial silks and chains and rope and stuff.”
“IT’S ON A BOAT?”
“Oh right, yeah, yeah, it’s on a boat in this pretty cool industrial shipyard.”
“[Shocked expression] You should leave a few more flyers.”
“Kay! Thank you, have a lovely day!”
I always forget to bring up that it’s on a boat.
Oh, but show-wise: we had our first stumble-through! The singers/actors know most of their music at this point, so the Mammons got up on the truss where they’ll be hanging out for the show, the Hacksters got to practice ziplining and some super vague staging, and we aerialists got to do an in-air fiddle-through and a fair amount of bopping around on the deck/stage. (“Bopping around” is an exceedingly inappropriate verb for the rather dark nature of this show, but I stand by it!)
Almost forgot! Tickets are on sale! You can buy them here:
Please pass that along to anyone and everyone, like Caravan Stage on Facebook if that’s a thing you do, and come check it out on June 10th! Also, I’ve included a page on this site’s menu for our tour schedule. I’ll update it as things get added/changed, and I’ll make sure to have a link to ticket sales there too!
(Quick reminder: this is not a kid friendly show! Older teens, maybe, but leave the littles at home!)