Street Performing

Worked the Market yesterday and today. Had an interesting emotional metamorphosis during one of my shows on Sunday. Later it occurred to me that I don't understand the dynamics of what makes an audience react to a performance any better than I understand my own emotions. Crazy. I feel my performances are consistent, however the audience reactions are wildly different from joke to joke and show to show. I almost turned on one audience after getting an apathetic vibe from a 10 year old girl. I said, "Why don't you go home and watch TV?" I then did an impression of her with this blank stare. I wanted desperately to get her to smile or have fun or react, but I only succeeded in biting myself in the ass. I dropped my attitude, went into the cups and passed the hat. Didn't bother getting up on the box and finishing with the coins and the rings. Strange thing was the next show was GREAT a very involved and vocal audience. In a age of diminishing attention spans, I guess I should count my blessings.

Today I worked a bit, sold a set of cups to Justin (a philosophy professor from Victoria, B.C.) and pissed in a cup. I choose not to let it bother me. I will do all I can to see my kids, and if that's not enough. . . well, I did my best. I'm going to see them on Wednesday!! I can't wait! Shame Buster isn't here I know he was looking forward to seeing them as well. Maybe we'll go next week as well for Hope's Birthday.

I took a walk this evening along the beach. Thought a lot about different things.

Now I'm off to some kind of Full Moon Fetish Night at the Fenix. Not sure why I'm going other than the owner and his wife have been asking me to come for months. Usually on a school night for Buster, but with him in Cincinnati; I've got no excuses. So I guess I'll party with the freaks a bit and see what happens.