Holy crowded with maybe 30 jugglers of all ages and abilities. I gotta admit at one point while I was directing Avi through the doors to the pizza/smoothie
shop, I did think, this club has it all.
Jay Green gave a workshop on the "Fundamentals of Juggling." He doesn't seem to understand the workshop concept. While everyone sat and watched, he gave individual instruction to people who wanted it on specific props. The individual instruction was helpful, but it didn't suit the group dynamic. Mostly though the crowd wasn't there for instruction; we just wanted him to talk about his life and demonstrate some of his sparkly props, and he was happy to oblige. About 12 of us sat in on the workshop while juggling continued around us.
I must say I was very struck at how polite Seth and Kyra were. Jay showed Seth how to spin a ball and then sent him off to practice (while the workshop was still going on). Seth practiced a bit but wanted to hear the rest of the workshop. He came back, handed Jay the ball, and said, "Thank you. I enjoyed that very much." It was so gracious. Kyra did something similar, but I forgot what. At one point Jay had Kyra holding two balls spinning on mylar-covered toy swords (which he directed her to hold by the blades, killing the whole "sword" effect, but anyway...) and another spinning on a funny hat. Matt and I just looked at each other and wished we'd set up Josh to shoot that day. It would have made the perfect JT postcard (although I'd want to add Seth somewhere).
Big game of combat in one corner of the gym, Pratt students and alumni, plenty of regulars, lots of new faces, and a few visitors. After Jay's workshop ended, I put my iPod on the PA. People came and went, got pizza, whatever. That club really does have it going on. My only complaint is that it's too dark to get good photos.
I was too sick to eat pizza and needed soup, so when the club closed at 11, Marcus, Sean, houseguest Avi from Rochester (in NYC to get a student visa to attend circus school in Italy), and I went to La Superior. The doors were locked, but they opened for us, the soup was great, and the waiter told us stories about street performing in Sweden and racism keeping him out of the Swedish circus school three years in a row.
Good times.
Viveca
Jay Green gave a workshop on the "Fundamentals of Juggling." He doesn't seem to understand the workshop concept. While everyone sat and watched, he gave individual instruction to people who wanted it on specific props. The individual instruction was helpful, but it didn't suit the group dynamic. Mostly though the crowd wasn't there for instruction; we just wanted him to talk about his life and demonstrate some of his sparkly props, and he was happy to oblige. About 12 of us sat in on the workshop while juggling continued around us.
I must say I was very struck at how polite Seth and Kyra were. Jay showed Seth how to spin a ball and then sent him off to practice (while the workshop was still going on). Seth practiced a bit but wanted to hear the rest of the workshop. He came back, handed Jay the ball, and said, "Thank you. I enjoyed that very much." It was so gracious. Kyra did something similar, but I forgot what. At one point Jay had Kyra holding two balls spinning on mylar-covered toy swords (which he directed her to hold by the blades, killing the whole "sword" effect, but anyway...) and another spinning on a funny hat. Matt and I just looked at each other and wished we'd set up Josh to shoot that day. It would have made the perfect JT postcard (although I'd want to add Seth somewhere).
Big game of combat in one corner of the gym, Pratt students and alumni, plenty of regulars, lots of new faces, and a few visitors. After Jay's workshop ended, I put my iPod on the PA. People came and went, got pizza, whatever. That club really does have it going on. My only complaint is that it's too dark to get good photos.
I was too sick to eat pizza and needed soup, so when the club closed at 11, Marcus, Sean, houseguest Avi from Rochester (in NYC to get a student visa to attend circus school in Italy), and I went to La Superior. The doors were locked, but they opened for us, the soup was great, and the waiter told us stories about street performing in Sweden and racism keeping him out of the Swedish circus school three years in a row.
Good times.
Viveca
