Soule: Why Would A Farmer Ever Enjoy Being Covered In Foam?

My chair vibrated to the beat of “In The Air Tonight” by Phil Collins while a platform (with the help of cables and pulleys) levitated over the stage. On the platform, two drummers pounded the beat while laser lights cut through smoke poofing from machines on stage. The theater vibrated with energy and light that made me feel like I was floating above the earth, carried there by the band's vivacity. I was attending my second performance of "Redonkulous" by Recycled Percussion in one day. The second was just as thrilling as the first, except this time, instead of sitting on the balcony, I was four rows from the stage, close enough to feel the power and intensity of performers Justin Spencer and Recycled Percussion.

For years I'd heard about the band, founded by Spencer, a former Loudon resident, but I never attended a performance. Then Judy, my 72-year-old neighbor who had attended a concert, convinced me it would be fun. It was time to see the famous band that had performed in Las Vegas and now was only 15 miles from my farm at The Cake (Chaos And Kindness Experience), a church converted to a cozy theater in Laconia, New Hampshire. The seats were affordable, so I ordered one ticket for the afternoon show and two for the 7 p.m. show, with backstage passes.

If I like a play, I'll see it twice, sometimes three times. For instance, I saw the "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged)" three times at Hatbox Theater in Concord. At each performance, I'd notice something new. That was sure to happen with "Redonkulous."
After the first show, as I drove home to pick up my husband Bruce, I realized there were similarities between farming and the show.

The first was the egg-tossing exercise. Dressed as an egg, Justin staged a delightful egg-tossing game where one adult audience member tossed an egg to another adult standing on the other side of the theater. Sometimes the person caught the egg, and sometimes it smashed to the floor. As the audience laughed, yelled, and dodged eggs cracking all around, I remembered the teenagers who'd screamed with joy playing the same game at our farm's summer camp. Fun is fun, whatever the age.

Eggs weren't the only food smashed. During the last skit, Spencer performed the "Sledge-O-Matic" routine created and performed in the '80s and '90s by comedian Gallagher, who used a giant mallet to smash apples, oranges, and watermelons, splattering the audience with the fallout. When Spencer performed the same stunt with watermelon, I tasted the juice as bits of fruit rained down from the stage into the audience. The experience brought back another farm scene.

Farm visitors bring unwanted pumpkins to Miles Smith Farm every November to feed my Scottish Highlander cattle. The cattle will watch as the visitor shatters, just as Spencer did with the watermelon, giant pumpkins into cow-size bites, which they feed to the watching cattle. I thought only kids would like the smashing thing, but adults wanted to smash innocent pumpkins as much as the kids did. This time I was on the receiving end of the process, although just getting a tiny taste.

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Carole Soule is the co-owner of Miles Smith Farm in Loudon, N.H. She raises and sells beef, pork, lamb, eggs, and other local products. She can be reached at carolesoule60@gmail.com