Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Magicians Ask: What’s Up His Sleeve?

From the New York Times

By Stephanie Rosenbloom

Los Angeles

CHANCES are you’ve never heard of John Gaughan.

He doesn’t advertise. He doesn’t have a Web site. There is no street entrance to his workshop, a former 1930s aircraft school alongside railroad tracks on a dry, industrial stretch of road that straddles the city limits of Los Angeles and Glendale. Visitors must drive around back, past stacks of steel beams and cans of spray paint, toward a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire.

That Mr. Gaughan, 68, is not easily found befits an artisan who has spent most of his life creating large-scale illusions for many of the world’s most famous magicians and illusionists: Siegfried & Roy, David Blaine, Criss Angel, David Copperfield, Doug Henning, Mark Wilson, Ricky Jay.

He has also created stage illusions for enchanters of a different sort: Jim Morrison, Elton John, Michael Jackson, Alice Cooper, Barbra Streisand, Cher.

Yet while Mr. Gaughan’s artistry has, for instance, helped Mr. Angel seemingly jump through the body of another man, Mr. Gaughan doesn’t get the glory. In the world of legerdemain, his are vital but unseen hands.

“You know, in the old days of comedy there was a Charlie Chaplin and then there were the rest of the comedians,” said Milt Larsen, who in 1963 founded the Magic Castle in Hollywood, the clubhouse of the Academy of Magical Arts, which promotes the art and history of magic. “In music, there was Irving Berlin and then there were the rest of the composers. There’s always some king of the pack, and as far as I’m concerned, Johnny Gaughan is the king of the pack.”

In online forums, where science and magic buffs debate how illusionists seemingly defy the laws of physics, there are those in the know who succinctly answer: “All I have to say is John Gaughan.”

Follow Mr. Gaughan out of the sunlight, beneath an arch of iron griffins and into his warehouse. He shares it with a pair of shrieking parrots: Luther (retired from a circus in Buenos Aires) and Max (who used to wow the crowds at Busch Gardens). The space is filled with satyrs’ heads, masks, handcuffs used by Harry Houdini, a glass box penetrated with swords, a videotape labeled “floating heads.”

Discomfortingly human-looking automatons, frozen at a chess board or on a trapeze, peer from dusty corners.

“It’s pretty spooky at night in here,” said Mr. Gaughan, winding across uneven floors toward a little office practically wallpapered with 18th- and 19th-century magic props (wands, wooden hands, tiny cages, a spirit bell to conjure the dead).


In the digital age, when magicians have slick rock-style television programs and their illusions are on YouTube, Mr. Gaughan runs a low-tech operation. Three men work in his shop, and much of what is there is from another era, when a magician could send a chill through an audience by simply evoking Mephistopheles (as opposed to having himself run over by a steamroller like Mr. Angel has done).

“The way we do it here, we just get a piece of plywood and just start cutting and whaling on it,” said Mr. Gaughan, who in the abracadabra industry is known for “big magic,” such as levitating and morphing a beast into a prince in Broadway’s “Beauty and the Beast.” “We don’t even draw pictures or anything because it has to be built for your eye and in all different directions.”

He helped create illusions and props ranging from the trick wheelchair that concealed Gary Sinise’s legs in the film “Forrest Gump” to levitations at the Kabuki-za Theater in Tokyo. For a television show with Mr. Blaine, Mr. Gaughan worked on an illusion in which a woman’s watch vanishes and reappears down the street in the display window of a jewelry store. Mr. Blaine then picks up a piece of newspaper, holds it to the store window and pulls the watch out without cracking the glass.

Mr. Blaine said in an e-mail message that Mr. Gaughan is “a magical genius.”

Mr. Gaughan said he admires Mr. Blaine’s integrity: “He doesn’t use any stooges at all.”

Stooges, or audience plants, are commonly used by magicians and stunt performers. “That’s kind of the assumption,” Mr. Gaughan said. “You know, I can’t really say one way or the other because of — I just shouldn’t.”

Keeping secrets, not only from the public but also from other illusionists, is essential to Mr. Gaughan’s reputation.

“The reason people come to John is that they trust him,” said Jim Steinmeyer, an illusion designer who has collaborated with Mr. Gaughan. “They would stop coming to him if they didn’t.”

Mr. Copperfield and Siegfried & Roy, through publicists, declined to comment for this article. A publicist for Mr. Angel did not respond to interview requests.

Nowadays Mr. Gaughan is one in a circle of elders of magic. But growing up in Dallas he was just another boy who hung around a shop called Douglas Magicland.

“I was the demonstrator and he was the kid who would come in,” recalled Mark Wilson, 79, the magician who produced and starred in network television’s first weekly magic series, “The Magic Land of Allakazam,” shown on CBS and ABC in the early 60s.

Before long, Mr. Gaughan, then 14, began working for Mr. Wilson and his assistant (and wife), Nani Darnell. “He would help us put magic kits together that we would sell in department stores,” said Mr. Wilson, who has taught the likes of Cary Grant, Dick Van Dyke and Johnny Carson to perform tricks.

In 1961, Mr. Gaughan followed Mr. Wilson to Los Angeles, where he also studied industrial design at California State University. As Mr. Wilson’s star rose, he opened his own workshop in a house on Venice Boulevard. During the Watts riots, Mr. Wilson said, “Johnny went to the house and stayed all night to be sure everything was safe.” (Mr. Gaughan said he was perched on the roof with a fire extinguisher.)

Eventually, Mr. Wilson moved his operation to the space that is Mr. Gaughan’s shop (though he is relocating to another site about three miles away).

Mr. Gaughan is also a top collector of magic memorabilia, restoring antique devices and replicating lost creations such as the Turk, a famed 1700s chess-playing automaton that rarely lost a game, trouncing Benjamin Franklin and Napoleon Bonaparte, according to legend. It was destroyed in a fire in 1854. Using a couple of pieces that survived the fire, Mr. Gaughan succeeded in building a working replica of the automaton after some 25 years.

“There are 8 or 10 people that build illusions,” said Mr. Steinmeyer, who is the author of “Hiding the Elephant: How Magicians Invented the Impossible and Learned to Disappear.” “To me, what’s unique about John is his interest in historical work.”

Mr. Steinmeyer and other professionals credit Mr. Gaughan with unraveling enduring mysteries and reintroducing them to modern magicians. “What’s a shame is that secrets fall out of fashion,” Mr. Steinmeyer said.

IN describing Mr. Gaughan’s abilities, his peers point to a 20th-century illusion called “Impossibilities” created by Dr. Samuel Cox Hooker, which, as Mr. Wilson described it, has “fooled every major magician in the country.”

Mr. Gaughan acquired the illusion from Dr. Hooker’s estate, cracked its secrets and performed it twice at the Los Angeles Conference on Magic History. Playing cards rise and lower at his command, and a disembodied teddy bear head floats off a table.

Mr. Wilson had read about the illusion and thought: “Well, of course if I see it I’ll understand it. I’ll know how to do it.”

But that was not the case.

“He just fooled the hell out of me,” said Mr. Wilson, quickly apologizing for his enthusiastic language. Even so, he said, “I don’t think I want to know how to do it because I enjoy being fooled.”

And Mr. Gaughan enjoys fooling. Standing beside the legendary chess-playing Turk, he said: “There’s been over 800 different books and articles and plays, even films, about this piece, and no one ever got it right. The way I got it was I found some letters in one library written to another guy that was in another museum and put them together and it kind of told the story.”

The resurrected automaton has been on tour, including to Hungary, the homeland of its builder, Wolfgang von Kempelen. “It still fools people,” Mr. Gaughan said.

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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Jerry Garcia Band: Tangled Up in Blue

Shawn Greer Visit

Electric guitar licks splash around my head. I like volume and plenty of it. Had fun with Shawn Greer yesterday. He passed through town last week on his way to work a 4 day festival in Northern California. He stopped again on his way back arriving in the late evening and staying for a 24 hour Neil Young, Magic Jam Geek Session. Both mornings he was in town he joined Aaron and me on our morning hike in the Hollywood Hills. After the first walk we came back to the house and cooked some steaks on the grill and had a mini magic session. While I prepared lunch Shawn showed Aaron some coin magic and classic manipulations. Later we were working with some CRAZY BIG linking rings, (that Shawn had just bought) in the back yard. They must have been 20 or 25 inches round. We shot shot some video of the exercises. Maybe I'll post it to the web if anyone thinks that sounds interesting. Working with these gigantic rings was a real challenge and work out.

Shawn an I go ALL the way back to the old days. . . Polly too for that matter. We've known each other for 30 years! Boy time flies. It doesn't seem like three decades ago that we were jamming in Shawn's Grandma's basement in Norwood, Ohio on Ivanhoe Avenue. "I was lying in a burnt out basement, with the full moon in my eyes. . . "

We spent our formative years together, studying the art of magic and doing the damage that would prevent us from ever holding down a real job again. What a long strange trip it's been.

This is what I looked like in 1978. I was 13, Shawn was 16 and he had just got this little red Chevette. Over the next few years, studying under Larry Pringle and Paul Swinford we would establish a foundation of technique and performance that would help create the entertainers that we are today. Yesterday we watched some 20 year old video shot in Cincinnati. It was Shawn performing Color Triumph, The Egg Bag, Some Coin work and more Card stuff. I did some card, coin and even a trick were I would sing "Pennies from Heaven" while producing things from the song (an umbrella, flowers, a shower head & jumbo pennies). It was fun to take a walk backwards through time and look at the magic we were doing and the friendship that has lasted, grown and flourished.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Time flies. . . like a banana

Grateful Dead music blares in our nice air-conditioned house while the heat beats down outside. 96 degrees at 2 in the afternoon, YOW!

Had a great week and a half visit from my father. We took some fun motorcycle drives in the mountains. I never would have thought that my father and I would become such good friends and look at life through the same eyes. All I can say is, he gets it. As I sat on the back of the Goldwing and sped around hairpin turns, I too got it. There is something very peaceful yet exciting about life as seen from the Santa Monica Mountains overlooking Malibu.

One morning Gordy, Polly and I drove up to San Simeon to visit the Hearst Castle built by William Randloph Hearst (remember Citizen Cane?). Crazy, out in the middle of nowhere, 3 hours north of LA, high on the hill, overlooking the ocean a magnificent estate that's hard to describe. It was nice to take a day trip with my girl and my dad. Nice, nice, nice. We smoked fine cigars drank good wiskey and ate good food. What do I have to complain about.

My dad just got back home to Atlanta and has a whole new set of adventures riding across the back-roads of America to store in his memory. "What a guy!" It's a good life we both agreed. Live in the NOW, live ebb and flow. Relax, enjoy life. . . it's the best one you're gonna have.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Jerry Garcia Band

Celebrated my 43 birthday with Aaron Fisher at The Mint to see the Jerry Garcia Band. Quite a tribute to keep the flame alive in community of lost puppies. We partied with the freaks and got our groove on. I felt a lot of love. I thought about how much I love Polly and wished she was there. She was and still is at work. It's 4:30AM and I just left Raleigh Studios where they are under the gun to finish the last show of the season. While I danced with reckless abandon to the bad ass styling of Melvin Seals on the Hammond B3 Organ; entertainment was being manufactured one tedious hour after hour. I feel for all these people as they work their asses off to give you a diversion from your own reality.

The club was small and the crowd thickened up nicely. After work at the Citywalk, I headed over to Aaron's for a mini jam session that continued after the show. I saw a couple of things that I had never seen before and felt privileged to be discussing things of this matter.

All morning in bed with my girl. Curled up with a big smile on my face. Camp paradise ROCKS.

Jerry Garcia was a magical man with a powerful musical presence. That presence was felt as Melvin and the JGB brought it home. An entertaining evening in Hollywood.



this is the band we saw. This cat cops Jerry's licks nicely. Nostalgic vibe and just great music. I love it. Listen to it. See if you can feel it. I'm betting you can.

The Thrill is Gone (required viewing, part of the curriculum) • Jerry Garcia & David Grisman (Ricky Jay Cameo)

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

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Quote du Jour

"To a man who has hammer, everything looks like a nail"

- Mark Twain

Monday, May 05, 2008


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Thursday, May 01, 2008

Happy Birthday Hope!

Got a letter from my daughter Hope, last week! It warmed my heart and made me smile. She told me what she wanted for her birthday. She gave me a few ideas: Lego's (with people), a Bratz doll and a CD. I just got back from the store where I bought her all three. She should like the gifts, as they are what she asked for.

She's a great kid who I look forward to getting to know one of these days. It's been almost two years since I've seen her, and it doesn't look like my ex is going to make a normal father/daughter relationship possible anytime soon.

What is. . . . Is


Someday, Somewhere, Somehow

Monday, April 28, 2008


Baby Magic, originally uploaded by dadadreams.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

My Dad in town!

My father arrived Friday afternoon after cruising in on his big Goldwing motorcycle from Atlanta. He stayed with Shawn Greer and his family the previous night in Phoenix.

I love having my Dad around. Today he met with some old friends from Crosby High School in Waterbury, Ct. They’re meeting in Burbank for a luncheon. Yesterday we went to a movie, “21”. Enjoyed it, made me think about my limited time hanging out with Sal Picente.

I remember once at my home in Cincinnati, my dad was visiting and Sal was over demonstrating some poker hand run ups. My father asked him how he beat the cut. Effortlessly, Sal put in the brief in while riffle shuffling offered the cut to my pops, he cut to the brief and Sal dealt out 5 hands of poker dealing himself the winning hand. Impressive.

It’s fun hanging out with my dad. We become more similar with the passing of time. Cigars walks and talks and trying to get our stories straight. Where he was coming from, where I’ve been, this and that. Happy family memories and the not so happy times. The death of my sister, bla bla bla. I really enjoy his company and revel in the man he has become. He enjoys life as much or more that I do, surprisingly something that he gives me partial credit for. He tells me that he has learned so much from me about how to live life. A real startling revaluation.

Polly gave him a neat nick name this morning, “The Rock Star of Retirement”!

My Dad

conjurer, originally uploaded by thane.

Treat yourself good. . . you’re the best person for the job!

It’s no mystery why I’m one of the happiest guys I know. I’ve spent decades sculpting a lifestyle that when properly honed is best described as joy.

I’ve felt my share of pain and suffering mostly brought on by myself. It never feels good to hate yourself and wish you could change the course of past events. But you can’t. Get over it and yourself.

It’s who you are today that counts. You can’t change the past, but you can change the present and future by what you put in your heart and your mind.

So treat yourself good, whether you deserve it or not. I’m not talking about buying yourself a present. I mean, look in the mirror and tell yourself, you’re OK. Life is good and there is a lot of love in the world. Be a part of it.

Share with the world all the love in your heart. Make people smile. Use your manners. Be nice always to the ones you love. Don’t be petty. Sing out loud, dance spontaneously. Be glad you’re alive and take advantage of it.

nuff said

Thursday, April 24, 2008

In my "Out Box"


Recently sold on Ebay • Houdini Poster

HOUDINI ORIGINAL BURIED ALIVE POSTER NEAR MINT 1926

An outstanding specimen of this original poster!

Mounted on acid free paper and linen, carefully washed, bleached and mounted by professionals!

This poster is in near mint condition and a true investment quality piece.,

You have seen others, BUT this one is in exceptional condition, outstanding colors and perfect seam matching.

Measures 106 by 81".

Sold for $10,100

Charlie Chaplin • Dance of the dinner rolls

2:30

I've been spending a fair amount time in the dentists chair these days. Trying to deal with a mouthful of problems and a decades of neglect.

Two appointments yesterday. First appt. to remove the protective pack from the pocket reduction surgery and remove stitches from the gum job and bone graft I endured last week. The afternoon appointment was to deal with a newly broken tooth on the side. I'm impressed with the quality of care I receive at the UCLA School of Dentistry. . . . and the price.

It doesn't make it any easier. There's a reason I hadn't been to the dentist in years. . . they scare the hell out of me. There I said it. "Hi, my name is Tom. . . and I'm a Pussy". . . "Hi Tom!"

The gum surgery was, as aggressive a dental procedure I ever had the bad fortune to deserve. Sure I had the nitrus going and the ipod in my ears. . . but let me tell you the sound of scrapping bone ringing in your ears in enough to drive you crazy.

I get my self so worked up before, during and after. It's not rational. Not wanting multiple shots in the roof of your mouth. . . OK, that's rational. But wigging out even though I can't feel pain. . . that's something I'd like to work on.

After many visits of drilling, removing decay and older cracked fillings, my mouth is finally decay free. Many of the teeth have medicated temporary fillings but it looks good that only one them will need a root canal. Now that the leg work is done, we will begin rebuilding. I need a bunch of crowns and 1 implant. Oy! I'm not sure what it will look like when were all done, but I'm hoping for a new smile. . . . a winning smile. 25 years of cigar smoking can be rough on the look of teeth. Trust me, I've never taken such good care of my teeth as now.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

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Monday, April 21, 2008

Busker du Bore

An underbelly in any thriving metropolis. In the eyes of some, a step up from homeless beggars. . . they are the street performers. In their own eyes they fight for a cause, living on their own terms no matter the cost. Probably not as interesting as the homeless guy. They play the guitar with hula hoops and dancing chickens tap dance. They drink cheap booze, fart out loud and even like a lap dance.

So why do we do it day after day
I don’t even know if I’m gonna get paid

It’s real, it’s fun. . . it’s not real fun. . . but it can be

When it’s good, and there is connection
like tonight
and everything’s all right

Dig it.

In my "In Box"

All Street Performers,

The president of Universal Citywalk was walking the street the other day noticed a few performers & locations not up to Citywalk's standards. I just Spent 2 hours in a meeting discussing the Street Performer Program and the handbook. I also spent most of the time discussing the importance of having Performers on Citywalk.

Musical Acts
* Instrument cases, boxes, dolly's that are not in use during your performance, please take it back to your car and store it there.

All Performers
*Dress appropriately... You were not hired with ripped jeans and sandals.

All Performers
*Watch your sound levels. Next month if anyone gets two complaints regarding sound they will be dismissed from the street performer Program.

Cinema Plaza
( Performers are only allowed to perform in front of the stage ) Once again, if you perform to the Left, Right or on top of the stage, You are not in the right spot ! Center of Cinema Plaza is not an option, you will be sent home and dismissed from the program on the spot!

Star Bucks Area
There is a construction wall, please relocate yourself next to the wall ( not by the SB fence ) That would allow entrance for amphitheater guests through the gates. ( if you have any questions please call me )

Lastly, entertainment Coordinators are on site watching you day and night now. If You have a question or any issues call hilltop operations and they will call the entertainment coordinator that is on site. ( That is if I am not on Citywalk )

I need the following individuals to call me to discuss the following
info :

XXXXXXXXXXX
Cases need to be stored in your car.

XXXXXXXXXXX
Cases need to be stored in your Van.

XXXXXXXXXXX
Sound levels, are extreme.

XXXXXXXXXXX
Please call to discuss

XXXXXXXXXXX
Your sound levels are extreme.

XXXXXXXXXXX (this guy is a magician)
Dress code, area presentation, and taping the area.

XXXXXXXXXXX
Please call me to discuss

XXXXXXXXXXX
10'10 Canopy was not approved. Call me to discuss options and ideas. I think you had some great ideas we can present.

XXXXXXXXXXX
Star Bucks area watch your Sound level. The guests in the movie theater can hear you.


Also if you guys trade places, you need approval from me first.

Thanks

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Luckily I was not on the list, but it does give you some idea of the scrutiny, the the performers and the program regularly undergo.

The street performer coordinators are regularly taking digital pictures to present to the brass.

I haven't smoked a cigar at my pitch since my last warning a couple of months ago.

All a part of the new world order.

John Lennon • Watching The Wheels

Street Performing is HARD

It’s a simple formula that Cellini taught me years ago:

Get the Crowd

Keep The Crowd

Get The Money

Not so easy to carry out

Sometimes the hardest part is filling your heart with love before you go out and say. . . it’s not about the money, it’s about the art and mystery and happiness of life, magic and love.

This can sound like a bunch of crap, especially when rent is due. . . . or over due. . . or child support that I can’t pay because I don’t have it.

Everything works out in the end

Soon enough I will be in peak season and making enough to pay all my bills. Brow beating myself, exasperating my frustration only makes me hate myself. . and I can’t have that.

I will begin to solicit work, dust off my, now dulled, marketing skills and begin to hone and sharpen this so called career of mine.

Plenty of work here in LA. Time to get what’s mine.

Busker du Jour


rabbit ears, originally uploaded by susanlee828.

Fixing a hole. . .

Tough few weeks. It started thinking about Busters’ 18th birthday. I sent him a letter and a $500 check. . . still no word. It’s been over a year since I’ve heard his voice or had any direct communication. C’est la vie. . . .

I put in a call to my other 3 kids in Washington State on Easter. Hope tried calling back, but I missed her call. Left a message for Max, Hope & Liam yesterday, got no call back. Hopes’ birthday is on May 5th and I wanted to find out what she wants for her birthday. Coupled with an overwhelming sense of loss (I miss my kids and obsess about them daily), The last few weeks have been some of the toughest weeks financially at work.

For me, it’s about acknowledging that my head is so far up my ass I can’t see. Next step, removing head from ass and trying to avoid the strong vacuum.

Next step is embracing the notion that my self worth is not dependant on anything external.

Feeling better already. Cigar in hand, Wide Spread Panic, blaring through the headphones.

I am a good person, I have friends and family who love me. The sun is shining and it’s a good day to be alive.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Quote du Jour

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."

- Robert Frost

Monday, April 14, 2008

Fun Balloon Animals • Steve Martin

There's no business. . . . like. . .

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Rather than write about what a shitty weekend I had at work, I'm gonna try and convey an ounce of inspiration I received after watching a movie Polly turned me on to. Basically the movie (released in 2007) tracked 4 new musicals from the 2004 Broadway season and tracked them from inception to the Tony Awards. "Show Business: The Road to Broadway" is full of the ups and downs of show business.

It was great see, feel and hear the excitement of the actors, writers, dancers, singers, composers, directors, producers, etc. I was struck with what one woman said. I think she was a director. She was talking about how difficult it is to take an audiences' emotional temperature on any given night. WOW I thought! Where do you stick that thermometer? I'm not sure I even knew that the audience had an emotional temperature. This simple phrase gives me new insight as I evaluate my performances nightly. I quickly discerned that there is a direct correlation between the audiences' emotional temperature and the actual temperature. Over the last several months, I've studied peoples' hang time (the amount of time that someone will stop and watch my show) as it relates to how hot or cold it is. Performing in 90 heat in direct sunlight. . . see what I'm saying. But stop they do, and watch in the heat as we all sweat. So, what does this say about their. . . and mine. . . emotional temperature. I think it says, shows performed after sunset will be received in different light. It's a good 10 degrees cooler today, Lets hope for cooler heads.

Another part of the movie that resonated deeply, is where a director is directing a child actor. In the scene a girl gets in the kids face and says "Boo", he reacts surprised and stumbles back. The director goes off on the kid saying, "Your supposed to be surprised! You look like you know its coming and you're waiting to react." He goes on and tells the kid, "Be in the moment". I really liked hearing this. I pride myself on what I call "Freshness Factor". Is the performer walking through the act or really feeling it EVERY TIME? Having gone to work immediately following the watching of the movie, my head was full of excitement.

Just as art imitates life, the movie wasn't all happy singing and dancing. A fickle public, a lumbering story or just bad timing made the untimely demise of many Broadway shows, some lasting only 1 performance. As my work week ended, I too was faced with the reality of horrible numbers for the week.

I love making people happy with my magic. What can I say. That's what it's all about. I will go out there tonight, still chomping on this stuff ratteling around in my brain


"ShowBusiness: The Road to Broadway" theatrical trailer

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Gonna Serve Somebody • Bob Dylan

You may be an ambassador to England or France,
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage,
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,
You may be a business man or some high degree thief,
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk,
You may be the head of some big TV network,
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,
You may be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a construction worker working on a home,
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome,
You might own guns and you might even own tanks,
You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,
You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Sunday

Feel great about starting the day earlier than usual. Met Aaron at Bronson Canyon at 9AM. we’ve been trying to get out earlier because this week has been a scorcher. It’s almost 90 degrees and barely noon. I love starting my days with a walk, get the blood flowing and stare at tits all crammed into sports bra’s. . . that’s what I’m talking about.

I’m sitting in my auxiliary office in the garage. Lazy boy recliner, laptop, ipod, cell phone / pda, cold glass of water, cigar and a bowl. . . Sheeeeeeeeiiiiitttttt. . . life is good. Tonight I’ll go to work , do my thing. . . rinse and repeat.

Polly got an iPhone a few weeks ago and gave me her old Palm Treo. I’m trying to get back into the habit of scheduling laser focused planning sessions. Back in the day JR had introduced me to the Franklin Covey System of life management. I was a enthusiastic convert for years. Over a year ago I forgot my planner at Chris Korn’s house and never bothered to get it or continue any planning or systematic time management. I’ve taken baby steps to learn how to manage my schedule and syc it with my computer. Liking it. One nice thing about the pda/phone is, you can get a phone call while out and about & set an appointment/event and then directly input it into my calendar with the appropriate categories and alarms. Checking e-mail while out and about is novel as well.

It appears that I am setting myself up to actually get something done. Now the question is WHAT? What do I want to do besides boast a full body tan. . . hmmmmmm. Anyway, I’ll start my planning sessions for the last thing I do before I go to bed. Then after our walk, when Aaron & I hit the coffee shop for “work” time; I’ll have all my ducks lined up to have a productive session of computer time.

Yesterday we went to a different place to work and have lunch. The Yukon Mining Company is a restaurant on Santa Monica Blvd. Who should come in behind us, but none other than Rip Taylor. West Hollywood provides a nice perk, it’s ALL wifi. . . how cool is that.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.a

Friday, April 11, 2008


favorito!, originally uploaded by ohhhrobotlove.

Friday

Sitting in a cave alcove at the Bourgeois Pig. Aaron on his computer to my right, trees and a full moon to my left. It’s cool in here and turning into a hot one outside, gonna hit 85 today and a high of 90 predicted for tomorrow.

It’s been a LONG week for Polly. She worked last Sunday and her schedule hasn’t let up yet. Hell, I think she had 50 hours by Tuesday night at wrap. I visited her on set on Sunday afternoon (Steak & Swordfish) as well as on Wednesday night at 9:30 (Philly Cheese steak) and yes she started that day at 5:40AM. I don’t know how people in the industry keep those kind of crazy hours.

While she’s at work, I do my thing. I’m in charge of household chores like laundry, keeping the kitchen clean and nude sunbathing. I feel like I’m coming out ahead on this deal.

She’s happy it’s Friday and has the weekend to relax. As for me my work week starts tonight. I need to make up for the lousy week I had and Friday, Saturday & Sunday are my days to do it, this time of year. Had a nice spike for spring break, but now were back to off season hours and numbers.

It is what it is. Ebb and flow baby. What do I have to complain about?

Silly with a P

Just finished Steve Martin’s book, “Born Standing Up”. LOVED IT! I can remember buying “Wild & Crazy Guy”, on vinyl in 1978 and thinking that it was the funniest thing I had ever heard. I was 13, but old enough to understand that, this was something new, different and silly right to it’s core.

In the book, he spells out a bit of his process. There is an underlying notion that things don’t really have to make sense, like; opening your set by saying “Hi my name is Steve Martin, and I’ll be out here in just a minute”.

Yesterday while lying naked on the day bed, enjoying the warm valley afternoon air, before work; I was inspired to add some real silliness to my evenings work.

I thought about how I spend too much of my act behind my table. I got the idea to try and make myself disappear. I had everyone close their eyes while I sneaked to the back of the audience, where I spoke to the audience. I announced that I hadn’t really disappeared, but that I was merely invisible and insisted how utterly amazing this was. My amp is situated by my table, so to hear my voice, but not see me. I thought the whole idea was funnier than they did, but was reassured when I spoke to a 5 year old girl after the show. She really thought I was invisible. My work here is done.

It’s been a TOUGH week at work, but I dealt with it. Temperatures are much warmer now and it should be a boffo weekend.

Life is good, walking in the mornings, working for an hour or so at the coffee shop, hanging with Mr. Fisher and chillaxing.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Those Strange Bullgogs - by Mike Rogers

I'm often asked about the peculiar back design on the cards I use in my professional career. They are BULLDOG SQUEEZERS, a deck sold almost exclusively in the Cajun country of Louisiana. Much of what I'm about to relate has been gleaned from various sources, including tid-bits of information from the U.S. Playing Card Company and an extensive 1976 article by Ron and Julie Stark.

The pack is a replica of a deck made in 1877 when two major card companies worked out a neat, but currently illegal, sales agreement. The deck was designed to commemorate the merger of the New York Consolidated Card Company and the A. Dougherty Company, to be known as Consolidated Dougherty. Card magicians will know this name from the Tally-Ho decks popularized by the New York magicians of the 40s, specifically Dai Vernon. With the merger came the nice agreement to split up sales territory with each staying on his own home ground. The design pictures two ferocious bulldogs straining toward each other at the chains that bind them to their dog houses. One dog's collar says "Squeezer" and the other says "Trips" for the companies' respective brands.

New York Consolidated made a brand called Squeezers with numbers in the corners like we use today. If you have ever cupped cards in your hand and sort of squeezed them into a fan to see the corner values you'll quickly understand the name Squeezers. Poker players will almost always squeeze the hand into a fan so only the smallest part of the corners come into view. A. Dougherty had his own system. He reproduced the original card in the corners and called the brand Triplicate or Trips. Triplicates could be read three ways. Twice in the two corners and once by counting the center pips. Thus the name Triplicates, or what has become known as Trips. Hence, the names on the dogs' collars. The dogs are chained to their houses to point up the agreement to remain on home turf for sales territories. Thus, "There is a tie that binds us to our homes." If you think about the names it becomes clear that all cards today are both Triplicates and Squeezers. (European cards and the aces used in some casinos don't qualify as they are often numbered in all four corners.)

The two card companies mentioned were acquired years later by the United States Playing Card Company. It's rather interesting that the Bulldog Squeezer back design has remained unchanged for more than 100 years. The quality and texture of the deck is the same as used in the popular Bicycle playing cards used throughout the country. The Joker is the same as seen in the Tally-Ho decks popular with magicians; however, missing the words "Tally-Ho." The Ace of Spades is unique to the Squeezer design, and also was used in the Angel Back Squeezer decks from Dougherty. My gut feeling is that this joker and ace design are not from the original 1877 deck, though I have no way of really knowing this. Oddly, the USPC Company is not a reliable source for information on the history of their cards. The company has gone through extensive changes over the years, and though they maintain a museum of sorts, much historical information has been lost or forgotten.

Obviously a Bulldog Squeezer deck is a blatant one-way back design, though I never use it as such. Here is a cute bit of business I have used though. When having a selected card returned the spectator will often notice the one-way feature of the top card. Seeing this he will twist his card end for end to align it with the top card of the deck. When this happens I twist the talon to apparently affect the one- way feature. He twists his card again, I twist deck again, saying nothing. After a few twists by each I fan the deck showing the backs to run in both directions. It's a funny little interlude probably understood only by the person returning the selected card.

I have used the Bulldog Squeezers in my career for close to 25 years, simply because I like relating to an interesting bit of history, and I like the picture. (No, I don't raise bulldogs, nor do I even own a dog.) Trade show attendees seeing me use these cards are often fascinated when I tell them the story. Quite often they will ask for one of the decks. If it's near the end of the day I give them the deck I've been using. It's not a problem as I carry several decks for each show. I'm not in the business of giving away decks of cards, but it's nice to be able to send a spectator away with a neat souvenir now and then.

Mind Freak

Monday, April 07, 2008

Monday

Walking with Aaron in the mornings is a great way to start the day. I like getting up and out and hiking in the Hollywood Hills each day. Today I started part 2 of my new morning routine. Going to the bourgeois pig (an Internet cafe) with Aaron with the idea of getting some work done.

It’s been so long since I got any work done, that I don’t even know how to get started. Long ago I traded in being productive, for being hedonistic. Traded in my Frankin Planner for a day bed and started some serious work on my tan. . . which. . . if I do say so myself. . . looks marvelous.

I have a lot of time on my hands and while I love doing nothing more than most, I feel like the time might be right to set some goals and make some things happen.

Now the real question, what to do. . . what to do.

I thought I wanted to make a DVD to sell on the street. Half performance footage, half teaching simple beginner tricks. When you have an idea that never gets moved on, it demonstrates a lack of passion, motivation and desire. So, I’ve officially scrapped that idea and now the task is to figure out what video project I would like to do.

I have time, talent and equipment. . . so what’s holding me up!? I used to have many dreams and delusions in the past. Things to do and people to see. Gigs to book and places to go.

What’s holding me up? Apathy, lack of direction, pot? I don’t know, but I’m interesting in finding out what will make me tick in this part of my life.

Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

Friday, April 04, 2008

Buster's first card trick • Click here

Happy 18th Birthday Busta John!


My Son Buster Frank, originally uploaded by tfrank8176.

Pic taken in Seattle when he was 15.

Birthdays and holidays suck.

Just when I’m feeling like everything just might be OK, Thanksgiving, or Christmas or Buster’s 18th birthday will come along and knock my dick in the dirt. I’ve spent the better part of the day watching old home movies of my first born like these.

Feels like a long time ago, failed marriages, estranged children & faded dreams of happy families. Fuck!

All manufactured tizzy. Nothing's different than yesterday, last month or last year.


“The seasons. . . they go round and round. The painted ponies go up and down. We’re all captive on a carosel of time”

- Joni Mitchell

Session with Allen Hayden

Met a new friend the other day. A fellow named Allen Hayden. He just spent some time in Phoenix hanging out with Shawn Greer. Shawn thought that we would hit it off so we set up a meeting. I met him at his house and spent an afternoon having magic fun. Allen was excited to show me lots of cool stuff. We went through a box of wallets in preparation for the Castle Swap Meet this Sat. We did card tricks and our linking ring routines for each other. I don’t meet too many other magicians that do a 5 ring routine. What can I say, nice guy and a memorable afternoon

Video du Jour • Click Here

Erik Peterson, a gifted musician, composer and vocalist. Went to Berkley College of Music with my brother Mike. Shot in 1990 at SCPA. Nice song and a cameo of Cricket and an infant Buster along with a girl Polly used to babysit. . . . small world.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008


LA Sunset, originally uploaded by john w.

Monday, March 31, 2008

An entertaining evening in Hollywood

After finding out about Max Maven’s show from one the magic blogs I read, I couldn’t wait to see the show. I called Danny Sylvester to see if he wanted to go with me. Polly went to work at 3PM which meant she wasn’t coming home till 4 or 5 AM.

What can I say, I’m a Max Maven fan. I enjoyed the show and made a study of his timing, technique and persona. He’s an evolved performer with a deep sense of theater. I enjoyed his card routines, Key-r-rect routine and a mind reading routine with his eyes taped up and a ball gag shoved in his mouth. OK he didn’t use the ball gag, but the demonstrations rocked.

Afterwards Dan & I hit the Castle. I was hoping to pop in on Allen Hayden (guest librarian), but he was already gone. I gave Max Maven a lift to the Castle and confessed that I was a fan and that I remembered seeing him for the first time on "Mork & Mindy". It was nice to be stuck in Friday night traffic in Hollywood, it gave us a little one on one time. Max is the new entertainment director at the Magic Castle and said he would be happy to look at my video.

Saw Max Maven's Show Fri. Night



Review from the LA Weekly

MAX MAVEN THINKING IN PERSON Sporting a goatee and a haircut chiseled into a receded serpent’s tooth in the front, Max Maven cuts a figure that could have been carved by Edgar Allen Poe. He wears all black — some critic once commented on his “Japanese” attire, he points out, when in fact his jacket is from China, his shirt from Taiwan and his trousers from upstate New York. He scoffs at the error; in much of his solo performance — a magic and mind-reading act — Maven wields his intelligence, erudition and powers of memory over the audience with a blend of self-deprecation and haughtiness. Early in the show, to prove that he’s not going to tamper with a coin in a Styrofoam cup, a clear plastic box with a padlock appears. “I’ve been in this business 32 years, and I finally get a prop,” he remarks in a languorous voice that’s a dead ringer for that of Jim Schweda — the same rich tonality of utterances that almost crumble at the ends of sentences as though from a professor suffering the weight of too much knowledge. If the KUSC classical music host hadn’t been on the air during the time Maven said he was performing in France and Japan, I’d swear Schweda was moonlighting as a stand-up magician. “Remember Paul Erdös, the Hungarian mathematician,” Maven intones, one of many “remember” questions that invoke a range of historical figures from a Kabuki actor to a member of the Algonquin circle. The references leave the audience confounded, and leave Maven with an expression of stunned condescension: Oh, God, this part went so much better in Europe, he seems to be thinking. He tells a story of how an art critic once approached Picasso at an exhibition, complaining about the paintings’ abstractions, and how they don’t capture reality. The critic showed Picasso a photograph in his wallet: “This is my wife,” the critic said, “and this is exactly what she looks like,” to which Picasso replied, “She’s very small.” And so Maven aims to challenge our assumptions of what we think we know with the mystery of what we can’t know. It’s more than a ruse to amaze with trickery, it’s a magic act woven into slivers of metaphysics. Maven is blindfolded while an audience member sketches an image on cardboard. With the image firmly hidden, Maven replicates it. Blindfolded, he reads the serial number from a $10 bill provided by the audience. I’m a poor judge of how impressed I should be that, in 20 seconds, Maven could identify the missing card from a full deck of playing cards. I was merely amazed by how he could remember the names of all five volunteers for a demonstration. I’m dazzled by anything beyond that. Amit Itelman directs with keen attention to the crescendos of suspense, in conjunction with the uncredited lighting. Steve Allen Theater at the CENTER FOR INQUIRY–WEST, 4773 Hollywood Blvd., Hlywd.; Fri., 8 p.m.; thru (unlimited Run). (800) 595-4TIX.

Max Maven & Dan Sylvester

Friday, March 28, 2008

Busker du Jour • Pic from my past

Fun at the Magic Castle

A week ago tonight, Polly and I went to the Magic Castle to see Chris Korn. He was working behind the WC Fields Bar entertaining the crowds from 8-12PM. We arrived shortly after 9PM, the downstairs bar was packed and all seats taken. We watched most of his set from the side.

Near the end of his set, a couple of seats at the bar opened up, so we bellied up and took a couple of ringside seats.

I’ve known Chris Korn since he was a teenager. We met in 1986 at a National Magic Convention in Louisville, KY. It’s been a rare pleasure to watch him develop, mature and make his dreams come true.

His set consisted of his signature coin and card work including his interpretation of John Kennedy’s “Translocation” as well as some other nifty routines, like a transposition effect where a selected card changes places with a bar napkin. The folded up bar napkin ends up in the deck while the spectators card ends up in the stack of bar napkins off to his side.

The funniest thing he did, was close his show with an outrageous card trick. A sort of card sword routine where after having a card selected, returned and lost in the deck, the cards were sprung into the air and with lightning speed he thrusts his leg with a shoeless and sockless foot into the air to catch the card. The card trapped between his wiggling toes. Then as an after thought, he asked if that was her card. She said yes. Then chris asked if she was sure and told her to take a good look at it. To make this possible, he rips off his leg (the card still clutched between his toes) and tosses it over the bar. Then he fell over. Very funny routine.

While downstairs we popped into the library to visit Billy Goodwin. Also ran into Jon Armstrong who was working the Parlor. I’d only met Jon once before and wanted to see his set. So we went upstairs and enjoyed his set.

A couple days later I found myself back at the Castle watching the taping for a pilot called Tricksters. Aaron Fisher was the MC and on the bill was Chip Lowell, Dana Daniels and Ed Alonzo. It was interesting to watch how they do a 3 camera shoot in a room as small as the Palace of Mystery.

Tonight I’ll take in Max Maven’s one man show "Thinking in Person. An Evening of Knowing and Not Knowing". He’s performing every Friday night at the Steve Allen Theater for the next 2 months. Should be fun.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Video Animation by my son John

A Fly's Life

In my "Out Box"

Dear John,

Happy Birthday!!!! Big “18” I can hardly believe that 18 years have passed since I drove your mother to Jewish Hospital and watched as Norm performed an emergency C Section to get you out of there. I got to say it was one of the happiest days of my life, watching you be born into the world.

It’s painful to write these words as I know you have little interest, in anything to do with me. I have loved you with all my heart since that day and even before. I have to say your term in utero was probably the best documented pregnancy in the history of video cameras. I shot all the ultra sounds and heartbeats from every office visit.

I ran across the video animation project you did, on the web. Great work! I’ve always know you’ve had talent in that area. I remember people telling me that it was crazy to get a 12 year old his own video camera. I got it for you anyway, I knew that you would take care of it. Seems like a lifetime ago that we were a family at all., with Cricket. . . or with Moira and the little kids.

All I ever wanted to do, was do right by you and take care of my family. I wanted to always be there for you and to see that you had a good life. I’m not sure why things went so awry that we haven’t spoke in over a year. You didn’t want to move to LA . . . I get it. Now lets move on.

You’re 18 years old now and your own man. I hope as you grow and mature, that you will allow me the pleasure and privilege of being part of your life. . . please.

If you don’t know it, I’ll tell you right now; I love you and think the world of you. There is no limit to my unconditional love.

I understand your anger concerning issues of the past. We can’t change the past, but we can change the present and the future by what we put in our hearts and our minds. Let’s start the healing. I love you so much and think about you every day.

Happy Birthday

Love Dad

Monday, March 24, 2008


california palms, originally uploaded by Octal Khan.

Feeing Groovy

Spring smells good in our backyard. Everything in bloom. Just finished eating a few ripe kumquats right off the tree. grabbed another small handful which I proceeded to whack out of the yard with my trusty 5 iron. Been in the 90’s, blue skies and sunshine. This is what I signed up for.

Polly back to work after a long holiday weekend. Not quite sure how this happens, but it just seems to get better and better with us. Deeply committed and very much in love, it makes one ask, “what the fuck?” All I know, is we seem to “get” each other. We have no place in our relationship for pettiness, sarcasm or bullshit. She loves greeting me at the door with a big hug and a kiss. She cooks me these GREAT meals and takes pride in serving me an excellent home cooked meal after a hard few hours of work. I take a lot of pride as well in doing my part.

Work has been good as we peak the Spring Break Season. This will be the first child support payment since December. That feels good. If I have it. . . she (2nd ex wife) has it.

Today is the fist day in two weeks that I haven’t hiked in the morning. Feel great about having done next to nothing today. All rested up and ready to go out there tonight with love in my heart, a smile on my face and a desire to make people happy with my magic.

Happy Birthday Harry!


Harry Houdini (March 24, 1874 – October 31, 1926) whose birth name in Hungary was Erik Weisz, (which was changed to Ehrich Weiss, when he immigrated to the United States), was a Hungarian American magician, escapologist (widely regarded as one of the greatest ever), stunt performer, as well as a skeptic and investigator of spiritualists, film producer, and actor.


Sunday, March 23, 2008

Lunch with Ken Jenkins

Polly Lucke & Ken Jenkins

Hollywood is an exciting place. It's even more exciting when you get to go to lunch with fascinating people like Ken Jenkins. Polly worked with Ken on "Scrubs" for 5 years. He's a great guy and has been very nice to us. We've been out a few times since I moved here. Always a hoot, Ken has a way of turning into the people he's talking about. Real nice guy and a nice time at Hamburger Hamlet.

Ken Jenkins (born August 28, 1940, Dayton, Ohio) is an American actor, best known as Dr. Bob Kelso on Scrubs.

In 1969, he co-founded the Actors Theatre of Louisville and served as the Associate Artistic Director for three years. This institution has produced some of America’s best budding playwrights such as Beth Henley and Marsha Norman.

Jenkins previously appeared on the series Adult Math, as well as episodes of Homefront, the X-Files (episode "Medusa", season 8), Babylon 5 and "Evolution", a season-3 episode of Star Trek The Next Generation.

He has also appeared in movies such as Gone in Sixty Seconds, I Am Sam, The Sum of All Fears and the 1998 remake of Psycho. Jenkins can play the acoustic guitar, and is seen doing so on an episode of Scrubs.

He married artist Joan Patchen in 1958. They have three sons. He has also lived with Katharine Houghton for 3 decades, the niece of legendary actress Katharine Hepburn to the present. He is the father of Daniel H. Jenkins and played a role alongside his son in the Broadway production of Big River (1985).

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Harry Keller



born July 11, 1849, Erie, Pa., U.S.
died March 10, 1922, Los Angeles

The first great magician native to the United States. Called the “dean of magic” and “the most beloved magician in history,” he was the most popular magician from 1896 until 1908. From age 12 to 18 Kellar learned magic while travelling as an assistant to I.H. Hughes. Kellar opened his full evening show in the United States in 1884. Known as a perfectionist, he carefully planned every word and movement of his act. He soon rivalled the popularity of Alexander Herrmann, whose position as the leading magician in the United States he assumed when Herrmann died in 1896. In 1908 Kellar publicly turned his show over to his successor, Howard Thurston.

Video du Jour • Click Here

Click in the link above and be entertained by Lee Zimmerman, a talented marionette artist. This clip shows him doing his thing at Venice Beach in 1991. Shot on S-VHS. Let me know what you think of this cat! Never seen anything like him before. Enjoy.

Nice Box


There's gold in them thar hills!

I read a lot of blogs and listen to a lot of podcasts. There’s so much going on out there, there’s no way to make sense of it all. Some of it interesting, funny and useful, some of it boring and some really need to come off the rss feed reader.

Many of the blogs and podcasts are magic related, a smaller percentage deal with business as with the David Allen & Zig Ziglar Podcasts. Other podcasts I listen to regularly are Creative Screen Writing, Grateful Dead and a few other odds and ends thrown in for good measure like Garrison Kielor “News from Lake Woebegone” from the Prairie Home Companion.

For the last two weeks I’ve been hiking with Aaron Fisher in the mornings. We meet up in Bronson Canyon around 10AM, then proceed to heavily geek out on magic as we get a decent workout for and hour and half to two hours.

I’ve said this many times before, but it’s worth repeating; I’m a lucky and blessed man. There have been countless opportunities in my life in magic to get to really know magicians whose work I respect and get to call these guys my friends.

With Polly back to work on, “Ugly Betty”, I’ve got a lot more time on my hands. I’m feeling good and motivated to get working on something besides my tan.

Not sure what I want to accomplish, but I can think of a few projects like putting together a DVD for Max Maven (the new Entertainment Director for the Magic Castle). I haven’t worked the Castle since the early 90’s and I think the time is right for another booking. Also I’m working on a DVD to sell at work half performance footage, half teach a trick. Simple beginner stuff. I’ve been outlining the project but I surprise myself with my own apathy. I’ll get it going and soon. What’s the next action? Bong hit!

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Busker du Jour


Magician, originally uploaded by JFloriani.