Believe it or not I did not choose clowning, clowning chose me. I never set out to be a clown but I am grateful that the joys of the fool presented themselves into my life when they did. I like to say that I laugh so I don't cry and that's why I'm so hilarious, but their is truth in that statement. It was a place of grieving that clowning found its way into my  life and heart. I had moved to Los Angeles in the spring of 2012 and  had just gotten a job at a little rock n roll bikini bar on Hollywood blvd called Jumbo's Clown Room. It was during that first week that the terrible and shocking news came down the pipe line that a mass shooting had taken the lives of half a dozen people in my old neighborhood in Seattle Wa, two of those lives belonged to my friends. Shmootsi the Clod and Mashugana Joe of the merry band of misfits God's Favorite Beefcake they had played my going away party just months prior and I was heart broken knowing there was no way I could afford to return to mourn their lose surrounded by friends. They where amazing people, amazing musicians and they where also clowns. So as I headed into work the day I heard the news  because what was I gonna do stay home and cry? Hell no I headed to the clown room was promptly poured 2 giant shots of cheap whisky painted my face and got on stage thinking well I hope they like crying clown girls, cuz thats what they're gonna get! I danced, I cried and I drank to much whisky that day but thought hell there is no better was to honor my dearly departed  clown friends than to paint  up and strip down at a rock and roll clown strip club! And thats how Ram-Page the Clown Gurl found her way into this world and I've been spreading joy as a Rock n Roll Clown Stripper ever since! My clowning has crossed all of my performance platforms from Burlesque to Kink Events, Bachelor and Birthday Parties, Film and Television, Festivals and tourning and I even teach a workshop that is a history and introduction to Clowning called Playing to Fool: The History of Jest