A pungent smell of garlic punched me in the nose yesterday and I remembered something. Two years ago when I was promoting CIRCUS SCREAMS, a circus music show where everyone died …
POISON CIRCUS, A Musical Tale of Transmogrify. A story of a small dysfunctional circus family whose relationships quickly dissolve into poisonous revenge and freak transmogrify.
It’s all a hazy dream. Dancers commissioned me to compose a piece of music. Who’s who in this three-way masquerade? I’m not going to say. But the room spun, stilts were walked and wits were tested.
People from both sides of the street were left in my wake and treated to either a community service or an aural attack on their lives, depending on where you stood.
