South Africa’s Tshetsha Boys
On most typical Tuesdays I get lost in the bush. Clowning is simple, wear a mask and you can make a fool of yourself. Eat a burrito at a random Mexican joint and you could care less about being ignored. Even though you’re the center of the spotlight. I prefer the lowdown spots in Little Mexico off Ellsworth south of Washington.
The marks of my clown hold a hint of darkness. The Tshetha Boys of South Africa are my inspiration. They’re naturally sad. They grew up in huts and probably grew up with AIDs. What can be sadder than that?
Unfortunately they’ve taught me a thing or two about dancing and reaching out to lost young children that have nothing better to live for. If you’ve ever had a question about the art of clowning, you have to look no farther than these sad souls that have absolutely nothing to live for. Furthermore, if you ever felt that the random clown you see at your street fairs can’t dance; give them this video clip to show them that masked sad souls can perform superhuman moves to charm any suspect audience.
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