Well, that Probably Saved about Four Years
This time we were going out to run a workshop specifically
for the folks of the White Leg Circus. Their practice hall was a
good sized room in what was the local community/arts centre, so
we piled on in there with all the kit, and started to play.
Jonathan started teaching wire walking, and once
he had that underway, Marek, who was the more proficient of the
three jugglers of the local group came and asked me how to do some
juggly things. He was an interesting person to teach in that he
had far more talent than knowledge.
To put it simply, some juggling tricks are just
about having the inspiration. †By that I mean that once youíve seen
them, if you have the dexterity, you can copy them. Some juggling
tricks are mind boggling, and even after youíve seen them several
times you still canít work out which hand should go where and catch
which ball when.
That is to say, some tricks are more difficult
because you canít move your hands fast enough, and some are more
difficult because you canít move your brain fast enough.
When Iíd first seen Marek juggling he was just
using the standard three ball cascade pattern, which is basically
the easiest juggling pattern to achieve. Iíd noticed him during
the day trying to imitate under the arm throws with some success.
This is something that is easier to comprehend than to do, so having
seen it, he just had to build up the dexterity.
Working together, we could focus on some of the
things that are easier to do, but harder to comprehend. This basically
meant that within an hour I could teach him what may have taken
him four or five years to work out without any tuition. The reason
I know this is because I juggled for about four years before I found
anyone else who took it remotely seriously who could provide the
inspiration. If you want to learn to juggle find other people who
I spent some time working with the others on ways
to get a Ďtidyí three ball pattern, and also spent a bit of time
teaching contact juggling to Ed and Ieva who were apparently supposed
to just be there to translate for us.
All too soon it was time to pack up and head off
for the evenings entertainment. We were taken back to Fontaines,
this time by Ieva and Ed. They took us into a different part of
the bar and we managed to avoid the joy that is the sound check,
and could actually enjoy talking to each other. I introduced the
locals to the joy that is Mud, a mixture of orange juice and coke
(all the goodness of orange with the zing of caffeine) although
Iím not sure I convinced anyone, and then we had a meal that comprised
of lasagna and chips, coated in a lattice of Ö. ketchup and mayonnaise.
Donít get me wrong, all things in their place.
On a fish finger sandwich, I can cope with that, although I must
admit that my tastes have refined over the years, and now my fish
fingers sandwiches tend to include more exotic items like hummus,
chilli sauce, and possibly even an actual tomato, but even so I
maintain that it should be a general rule of thumb that there should
be more actual meal than dressing. Maybe itís just the advertising.
Maybe Latvians see the commercials and assume thatís what the English
eat. Yep, Ketchup and Mayonnaise, delicious on their own, or just
add brown sauce to taste. I digress, the meal was great, the company
was fantastic. Whoever went wild with the condiments, should be
caught, whipped, and sent to the soviet salt mines until they learn
a sense of proportion.
We had to dive out of Fontains a bit sharpish as
we were supposed to be at a performance by nine that was being given
by our hosts. The snow was coming down in sheets as we hit the van,
and Ed and Eiva directed us across town to where everything would
be taking place.