SLEEPING WITH CLOWNS

As I write this in Singapore it is the day after Halloween. We saw a few costumes out and about, but it’s not a widely celebrated event here. Meanwhile, back home, the costumes have hit the street. I miss this time in the classroom: the parade, the books and songs, the trip to the pumpkin patch, and especially the mask making.

                                              After the kindergarten Mask Parade....

                                             After the kindergarten Mask Parade....

This seems like an opportune moment to post Sleeping With Clowns to the blog . I awakened this morning to find this photo of my son Matthew with dear friend Sunee in New Orleans, in full clown regalia. A chip off the ol’ block.

   Sunee and Matthew. Halloween in New    Orleans

  Sunee and Matthew. Halloween in New    Orleans

 

In case you haven’t noticed, clowns are a big thing right now. The red nose is peaking. Especially the scary clown. Scary clowns have been walking the streets and lurking in the forest on the news lately. And more recently,  the movie adaptation of Steven King’s  “It” has gotten a lot of attention. Not to mention the endless depictions of the “president” as a clown. Clown bashing has seemingly joined baseball as a national pastime.

I love clowns, though I’m not a fan of the evil clown phenomenon. I get it though. Clowns are scary; the transformative power of the mask and all that. And I do remember being repulsed by clowns at our town parade as a kid. Getting too close and seeing how the white makeup highlighted the creepy wrinkles of the old weirdo underneath. 

At that same parade years later, when I was in 5th grade or so, my best friend and I  followed Ronald McDonald around making nasty comments until he finally snapped.

So I’ve seen the scary clown up close. Not pretty stuff.

Here’s a picture of me as a clown for Halloween, aged 4 or 5. All I remember is how itchy the ruffle was, and the smell of the slimy red lipstick my mom put on my face.

                 Photo of a proper upbringing.

                Photo of a proper upbringing.

It’s hard to like clowns with memories like these. But I came around eventually.

I think I love clowns because they are iconic figures of kid world. I’ve spent so much time working and playing with kids (my livelihood), that I’ve grown fascinated and fond of most things that relate to the culture of childhood. One day I woke up loving clowns. People change.

Sleeping With Clowns, is one of my more popular novelty tunes. I want to offer it up for download before the big clown craze tanks. It’s bound to happen. Kinda like that big “folk music scare” of the early sixties. (sorry, I know how that music still  creeps some people out.) This tune has a sad vibe that works hand in hand with the humor. There’s a kind of tension created by mixing those emotional opposites.  There’s also a dash of bitterness, anger, regret. It’s a freakin’ clown cocktail. Who knew Bozo  could be so complicated?

                                   Epic clown fail. But I still scored with this cigarette girl. 

                                  Epic clown fail. But I still scored with this cigarette girl. 

Sleeping With Clowns would never have come to be were it not for the influence of kindergartners. Kindergartners are very literal animals. Some examples: when one boy overheard me tell the principal that another child was having an “episode”, he came unglued. He thought I was talking about a cartoon. With tears in his eyes, he asked me, “Did I miss an episode???” Very upsetting. You have to be careful what you say. I had one little girl who refused to come to school on Martin Luther King Day, because she was so freaked out about having to “stand in someone elses’s shoes.”

Consequently, I’ve developed an ear for that kind of literal interpretation. I was in a coffee shop when I overheard two guys talking about their ex’s .  “So have you heard anything from Jenny?”…”Yeah, she’s sleeping with some clown…” BINGO! A song is born.

And if you happen to be starting your holiday shopping early, here’s some lovely clown gift ideas to get for that “someone special”.  I especially like this copulating-clowns Hawaiian shirt.

Or perhaps Smokey The  Clown is more to your liking.

And.... if you haven't seen enough, watch the video: