People have been asking me why I’m so passionate about fighting gatekeepers in clowning. The answer is simple.
It’s because I don’t want the current group of younger, up and coming, clowns to go through what I had to when I was starting out.
Let’s go back to the late 1980s and early 1990s. A young Myke was exploring what he wanted to do as he was facing impending adulthood. He had been learning how to play the electric bass guitar and was performing in bands of all types, but he still felt uncomfortable on stage.
Being asked to perform in a student production of The Rocky Horror Show introduced me to being on stage and performing as a character, even as a musician. I had previously taken a course in mime at a summer camp for gifted students. At the same time, I was also fascinated by clowns – having watched Bozo, Oopsie Daisy the Clown (Bob McNea from Windsor, ON), Rumpy the clown from the TV show Circus, not to mention the various other media that clowns were involved in.
As part of the aforementioned Rocky Horror Show performances, I learned basic clown makeup for the “finale” as the director was heavily influenced by the movie and the greasepaint had bitten me. I began to take out all the books on clowning I could from the public library.
In university, I realized that I had a fair amount of spare time at school due to a really shitty schedule. I often had more than ample time to finish my reading and homework, so I began to look at other ways to occupy my time in a productive way that didn’t involve propping up a bar. So I began busking, playing simple songs on an acoustic guitar. I realized that there were far better players than I, so I began looking at other options.
I didn’t feel comfortable performing as a mime or a clown, so I bought a book on balloon twisting and proceeded to teach myself how to twist balloons (the little book by Aaron Hsu Flanders that came with a baggie of balloons and a small hand pump). The first week I felt good enough, I twisted my way through an assorted bag of Qualatex 260s and came home with over $100 in my pocket.
However the lure of the greasepaint still had me. I began going to various academic libraries and using the interschool loan program to take out any books I could on clowning. I did a bunch of research and began to prepare for my first character. However the BIG problem was makeup.
I, of course, bought makeup at Halloween, a big sponge nose and a horrific afro wig and tried my first whiteface. I’m just glad I didn’t have a camera back then – it was pretty bad.
So I began to search the yellow pages to see if I could find a teacher. In a City of 3 million, surely there was SOMEONE who could teach clowning. The answer to all my phone calls was a resounding “no.”
Meanwhile, I was continuing busking with balloons and music and using my sense of humour to kid around with my “audience.” I began branching out, hosting karaoke at bars, night clubs and yes…bathhouses as I was working with an agent who saw me as “the young gay kid.” My band had gotten some reputation and, as my high school homeroom teacher was a biker, we often played at their events and clubhouse up on Lake Simcoe.
One day, I was searching the Toronto white pages and found a listing for the “Clown Association of Canada” and, decided to write a letter to them as it felt far too official a place to just call out of the blue. So I wrote what would be my first “cover letter” for an application and added my performance history as a sort of resume. I had just gotten a private land line in my parents’ house so I felt safe in giving my phone number if they wanted to reach out.
They did reach out and the phone call was straight to the point. “People like you are ruining the business for professionals like me! No I won’t train you and I won’t recommend anyone who can!”
People like me? People who have spent years researching, trying things on their own, and realizing that some things require first hand experience, reached out for help? You see, I was honest about my performance resume, mistakenly thinking that my experience would count for something. However I was naively incorrect and treated like a pariah because of the nature of some of the establishments. I was dismayed and almost ready to quit.
Then I found in the Metro Toronto Reference Library the book that saved me: Strutter’s Guide to Clown Makeup by Jim Roberts. The original version before Piccadilly Press revised it. As it was in the reference section, I filled up a photocopy card and copied the whole book page by page. I then went to Malabar costumes, bought PROPER clown makeup, brushes and sponges, went to the drug store to get baby powder and cold cream.
And I taught myself clown makeup out of a damn book. It still wasn’t great, but it was definitely quite a bit better.
During all of this time, I began exploring other retail locations to help me grow as a performer and was beginning to hang out at Morrissey’s Magic on Dufferin St in Toronto. This store was always a pilgrimage for me that would take nearly an hour to get to on transit. I would check out what Mr. Morrissey (“Call me Herb”) had, buy balloons and let him amaze me with his magic.
Eventually he asked why I don’t get out and perform as a clown – I noted that there was nobody in town wanting to teach me and I had no way of knowing where to get costume items like shoes and noses. He then handed me a pile of magazines – back issues of Laugh Maker’s Magazine. I am forever indebted to Mr. Morrissey for that act of kindness as he was not known to give stuff away.
I was through Laugh Makers that I met folks who became my teachers – Bob and Kathy Gibbons, David Bartlett, the writings of Bruce “Charlie” Johnson. I proceeded to start writing letters, ordering catalogs from Potsy and Blimpo Clown Supplies, Comanche Clown Shoes (still have my first pair) and various other companies.
I then moved to Ottawa in 1995 and things really took off. It was in Ottawa where I met Fizzlepop the Clown, AKA Alan Greenwood, who remains a friend and mentor to this day. It was in Ottawa where Rocky was born as I discovered Mooseburger North, who imported Priscilla Mooseburger Costumes to Canada and I was able to get my first real clown nose, ordered from ProKnows.
I split my time between Ottawa and Arizona in 1995 as I was doing work for my schooling on the Hopi Reservation in Northern Arizona.
My contract in Ottawa ended and I moved back home to Toronto and, once again, my progress stalled due to the incredibly closed and insular community. I found out about Toronto Clown Alley and worked out a way to attend their meetings where I sat, mostly ignored, for about a year. Then I wrote something about the clowning tradition that the Hopi Nation upheld. It was published in an edition of Laugh Maker’s and suddenly I got noticed.
After that broke the ice, I made a few friends who basically informed me that if I wanted to go anywhere, I’d have to stop working at certain establishments and go “don’t ask, don’t tell” about some aspects of my identity. So back into the closet I went.
I began to attend conventions across the US north and south east, focusing on learning from the best and getting enough guts to perform. However it became harder and harder to hide who I was, especially as I was asked to speak, teach and even judge <shudder> at conventions.
There were some folks who were always supportive of me and seemed to know my truth: Dana Montgomery, David Bartlett, Earl Chaney and I am honoured to still call them friends and mentors to this day.
And then two things happened in 2000:
– One: I met my husband and he proposed to me.
– Two: Clown Creed 2000 was published.
I won’t say my “re-emergence” out of the closet was wonderful, but it wasn’t as horrible as I anticipated it to be. However there were a number of people who walked away from me and used some hateful rhetoric about my performance in relation to my personal life.
I vowed as a teacher to not be like those people. I vowed not to judge people’s values as entertainers, specifically as clowns, based on the venues where they perform and how they express themselves. I vowed to support new clowns based on their hunger and willingness to learn and grow as performers, whether they perform in fairgrounds, nightclubs, haunted houses or on the street corner.
The difference between setting boundaries and gatekeeping is much like building a wall.
When you gatekeep, you build a wall to keep people out. When you set boundaries, you show folks where the door is and allow them to choose whether they want to enter. Regardless of such, people should not be forced to deny who they are or set aside their chosen venue and methods for expression to be allowed access to education, experience and knowledge.
The past summer at Academy for Clown Arts proved that point. Students and instructors alike all learned a bit more about themselves, their clowns and their relationship with performance. And most of us grew from that, despite the challenges and, yes, some discomfort.
I honestly feel that had I had more support and mentorship earlier on in my career, I would be ten times the performer I am now. However the lack of support and constant need to fight to learn what was important to me has made me a tenacious defender and supporter of those who are different, question the status quo yet still respect tradition and history enough to learn about it and build a solid foundation for themselves as a performer.
Denying the next generation this information and support because of who they are as a performer does not help the future of clowning and performance.
PS. This year, I have performed at a “Furry” convention, a Steampunk festival, a Pagan Pride Festival and a “Leather” event…I’ve taught at two international level conventions, worked at ACA, attended three national level educational events to continue learning and am chatting with another international school and I still maintain my weekly gig singing classical liturgical music at a Presbyterian church.