One of my favourite exercises was in voice we had to bring a song that means something to you - like you loved it in your childhood. And whether or not you can sing is not the point... It's the honesty and the emotional crescendo of the delivery that matters... And staying in tune a far as possible also helps. Singing is vulnerable... but in a crazy costume with an impossible clown voice and a red nose... it's also fantastic. Watching a military clown sing 'Tall. And tanned. And young. And lovely. The girl from Ipanema goes walking...' in the least sexy way imaginable... or a quiet reserved whistful clown suddenly belting out 'the hills are alive with the sound of music' through a flood of tears... Is tremendously funny and deeply moving.
And the possibility for poetry. Delightful poetry. Where a chaotic clown quietly walks on stage pulls out fake flower from her handbag and out of nowhere starts... 'fly me to the moon and let me land amongst the stars...' A second clown immediately appears wearing a helmet to fly her to the moon... And off they go. And suddenly the whole audience is on the moon. Remembering what it is like to dream. To believe. In magic.
|Helena's clown... 'Regina D Ding Dong' prepares for her heavy metal solo before the Cello's funeral!|
|An orchestra of clowns! ...who are really excellent musicians as well!|
|Freya's Clown 'Margaret' tapping away at the piano... She was the one flown to the moon x|
|The baby clowns who are also wonderful jugglers!|