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Thursday, May 19, 2005

Another Night At the Road House

Not only are the girls telling me that I'm getting better at dancing but the guys are too. We have such a freaking blast dancing to songs like "Fly me to the Moon", "Beyond the Sea", "St James Infirmary", "I like Paris" and gobs of other feel good songs. We drank and danced and laughed the night away. Cigar and cigarette smoke filling our favorite Honky Tonk, the Owl & Thistle. I danced almost every song and got quite a work out.


Maggie & Emily


Erika, Julie & Carrie

After I dropped Julie off at her house I stopped by Sage's pad and hung out for a while. A pal of his, video taped me doing some coin manipulation. They played drums and danced like monkeys. Lots of fun on a Wednesday night.


Sage

Fellow Busker Buddies At The Market


Jim Hinde


Tommy Twister

Wednesday

Tried to work the market but got rained out. Buster came with me and he went to visit Brian Masters at the Phoenix Rising Gallery where he works.


Buster & Brian


Glass Art Jelly Fish


Don't Ask


Balls

In the early evening I got a call from a fellow named Jake who is the VP of Rings 'n Things II. We talked for an hour about cups and balls. He generously offered to trade a set of his Stainless Monti Cups for a set of Phoenix Cups. How cool is that! This dude knows his cups and we discussed the possibility of offering the magic community a limited run of Phoenix Cups in Stainless Steel! I get a hard on just thinking about it.

What will be most gratifying is the opportunity to fix the design flaws that I duplicated when I reproduced the Charlie Miller Cups.

Earlier in the week I posted of the passing of Jay Marshall. I'll never forget buying my fist set of Charlie Miller Cups from him when I was 14 years old. Incidentally, the first cups I ever owned were a set of aluminum Rings 'n Things Cups.

Back to Jay Marshall; I was looking at the Miller cups in his booth at the Magi-Fest, he grabbed the cup out of my hand threw it against the wall, it bounced on to the floor. He exclaimed, "Now that's a man's cup!"

At that same convention, I was eating breakfast at the hotel restaurant and Jay was sitting a few tables away. He must have sensed that I was watching him as he read the morning paper. Somehow with proper misdirection he had taken his shoe off and put it on his plate, he closed his paper and with a great disgusted reaction noticed the shoe on his plate. I'll never forget that, I laughed out loud. He just went on about his business as though this was somehow normal. He was quite a guy and I was lucky enough to see him do his act at least a dozen times.

Our last interaction was at the SAM National in Cincinnati. We had drinks at the bar and I showed him the Cups I had manufactured. He looked at me with contempt and said, "You knocked off my cups!" I had to remind him of our previous discussion when he gave me permission to make the cups. The origional idea, was that If I could make the cups cost effective that he would buy them all and continue to sell them as his own. He threw me for a loop when he said point blank that he had no interest in them at all. It was then, that the whole T. Frank Mint and Phoenix Cups and Balls thing came to be.

Alki Beach Magic Studio - Tuesday Night Session




Tuesday night's session was strong. Tim, Buster, Chad, Wil, Scott, Ryan, Mark, Steve and first time visitor David Rudd were all jamming out on magic at this weeks get together.

Cards, coins, cups and balls, and a bit of bizarre magik made for an entertaining and educational evening.

We did a round robin and everyone got to perform.

I did a couple of routines that were oldies but goodies. A variation of "Between Your Palms" called "Between Elmsly, Brown and Himber". And a purse frame routine that Mike Gallo showed me years ago using 3 copper and 3 silver coins with a surprise ending.

Things wrapped up a little after 1AM.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

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"THE GREAT HERRMANN" 1883

Monday

Monday was a good day. Went to the piss test place and gave them at least a mouthful. One more of these random UA's and the drug evaluation that Nigel has been preparing and I am ready to go back to the lawyer who has offered to help for free. He said, once I have complied with the courts order for all this bullshit he will file the papers and we will fight for overnight visitations. This is exciting! I know I shouldn't get my hopes up. In fact, I should anticipate now, that I have started jumping through hoops, that there will be many more to come.

What a fucking bitch, I just want to spend time with my kids. Years ago I swore I would never piss in a cup for anyone. Now I'll piss in anyones cup if it means I get to see my kids more. I haven't smoked any pot since new years eve. Big deal. If stopping the things I enjoy (pot) and doing the thing I don't enjoy (pissing in a cup) put me and my kids together great. . . . but is that even going to happen? I thought about posting video to the web of her doing drugs at a dead concert. She out right lied in court and said she had never done any drugs. But does anyone care about that. . . does that matter. Ancient history. I just want to move forward. I am ready to forgive and forget, I just want to spend time with my kids.

After the UA, I went to the market on a slow Monday. The goal was to make back the $18 I just spent on the UA (Urine Analysis). Did better than that. Made about $40 in an hour without breaking a sweat. Was going to work more, but thought It would be nice to do something fun with Buster since we don't see too much of each other over the weekends. I work and and he sleeps. Ahhhhh to be a teenager again. I got home about the time he did and asked him if he wanted to go to see a movie and then to Monday Night Magic later in the evening.

We ended up seeing a matinee of Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy.



My favorite line in the movie was, "I would rather be happy than right".

Monday Night Magic was good as well.

Wanted to go out for dinner, but I had defrosted some chicken and thought we should eat at home. I'm sick of cooking and eating at home. But I know how much money we save by not eating out. It's all good. I prepared white rice, asian vegetables and the chicken in a Schezwan Spicy Hot sauce. Buster did his homework while I made dinner for us.

Midquarter Progress Report



Not bad son, especially since you missed a week of school when you went back to Cincinnati for your Uncle's funeral.

Buster is confident and determined to bring his grades up to straight A's again this quarter!! He was excited to see his name in the honor roll for the first time. What a great kid. I love my boy!

Monday, May 16, 2005

The Boats are Back!!

Let's hope the influx of tourists will make a difference at the market.



We should have new ships coming almost every other day!

Jay Marshall, 85, the Dean of Magic, Is Dead


Jay Marshall in 1992 with the persnickety Lefty, an Ed Sullivan regular.

Published: May 13, 2005


By DOUGLAS MARTIN (re-posted from The New York Times)

Jay Marshall, a magician whose accomplishments - from appearing 14 times on "The Ed Sullivan Show" to playing New York's Palace and London's Palladium - persuaded America's conjurers to elect him their dean, died Tuesday in Chicago. He was 85.

The cause was a heart attack, his son Alexander said.

In 1992, Mr. Marshall became dean of the Society of American Magicians. He will keep the title until his wand is broken at his gravesite in a magicians' ritual. He was only the eighth dean in the history of the organization, and his picture was on the commemorative coin issued upon its centennial three years ago.

He was an enduring hit from vaudeville to Broadway to Las Vegas, where he opened for Frank Sinatra in one of his early appearances there.

Todd Karr, a publisher of magic books, said the deanship meant Mr. Marshall was the elder of legerdemain, "sort of the griot of the global magic village."

Siegfried Fischbacher of Siegfried & Roy said: "Jay Marshall was a name synonymous with magic. He was one of magic's most beloved figures."

A writer, editor and collector of all things magic, as well as owner of one of the nation's leading stores in the business, Magic Inc. in Chicago, Mr. Marshall was valued by students for his immense knowledge going back to the glory years of vaudeville. In 1957, as part of the last variety bill to play vaudeville's legendary Palace Theater, he occupied the most prestigious place on the bill: the spot next to the closing act.

"He was the primary source on so many things," Teller of Penn & Teller said, calling Mr. Marshall "the British Library and the Library of Congress combined" in matters magical.

Mr. Marshall sawed Nanette Fabray in half in the Broadway show "Love Life" in 1949 and appeared with countless celebrities, including Paul Robeson, Sid Caesar and Walter Cronkite.

For five years in the 1950's, he edited New Phoenix, then the largest magic magazine. He sold his huge collection of magic posters to David Copperfield for his museum, and the store became one of the three biggest mail-order magic businesses in the country.

As a performer, Mr. Marshall could move from mismatched plaids to well-cut evening clothes. He was also a superb ventriloquist, and his persnickety hand puppet, Lefty, a rabbit, was an early regular on the Sullivan show. (Lefty is now in the Smithsonian Institution with Charlie McCarthy and Kermit the Frog.)

He was an indefatigable performer. When he appeared in "Love Life," the producer gave him permission to skip the closing bows to dart off by bicycle to play nightclubs, sometimes several in an evening.

In another Broadway show, he played the ghost of a bagpipe-playing British butler, having feverishly learned the instrument after lying that "of course" he knew how.

In 1973, he and his wife, Frances, wrote a three-volume book advising magicians on how to be successful; another of his books helped magicians master television. He originated a trick known as the Jaspernese Thumb Tie, which is still a staple of prestidigitators, and Teller calls Mr. Marshall's appearing to bounce a dinner roll off the floor a virtually perfect trick.

Out of modesty or canniness, Mr. Marshall always said he was "one of the better cheaper acts."

James Ward Marshall was born on Aug. 29, 1919, in Abington, Mass. At 7, he saw Houdini perform but fell asleep, according to a 1996 interview in Genii, a conjurers' magazine. But he watched other magicians, including Howard Thurston, an earlier dean, with increasing interest. He traded away his bicycle to buy a mail-order magic course.

He spent a year at Bluefield College in Virginia, but the siren of show business called. At a magic society convention in New York, he met Naomi Baker, whose father, Al, was a dean of magic. They were married and settled in New York, and Mr. Marshall began developing routines, partly through research at the New York Public Library.

He served in the Army in the South Pacific and developed his first puppet when he found it was impossible to take along a ventriloquist's dummy. He made the puppet from a sock and the ears from its mate.

His first marriage ended in divorce, and he married the former Frances Ireland, whose husband owned a Chicago magic store until he died in the 1950's. Frances, widely respected as a magic writer, merchant and performer, died in 2002, after 48 years of marriage.

In addition to Alexander, who lives in Manhattan, Mr. Marshall is survived by another son, James, of Port Townsend, Wash.; a sister, Marjorie Bamman, of Huntington, N.Y.; five grandchildren; and five great-grandchildren.

Mr. Marshall won many awards in the United States, Britain and elsewhere. But in the Genii interview, he told the writer Max Maven how he came to be dean of magic.

"What do the dean do?" he remembered immediately demanding.

"As far as I know the dean don't do nothin'," the president of the magicians' society answered.

"That's the job for me!"

Street Performing

This weekend was the "Cheese Festival" at Pike Place Market. Besides sampling a fair amount of gourmet cheeses, I banged out some decent street shows.

Getting the crowd, keeping the crowd and getting the money seemed to go OK, but getting them to REACT seems to be the real challenge these days. I don't get it. I know we live in a TV world of the diminishing attention span, but really; is it asking too much to of my audience to respond a bit? A smile, a round of applause a reaction when asked for it. . . . probably.

I'm trying to figure out why all the jokes that used to gat a laugh are falling flat. I think I hit on one thing that might be important, "Be Topical"! There is a point in my act where I pull my finger off. I know it surprises them, I can see it in their eyes. . . . but where is the vocal response (the laugh)? This weekend I put in a new line, "Don't freak out. . . don't leave. . . it's OK. . . I got it at Wendy's" This got a laugh, go figure.

I will continue to edit and re-write my lines until I am happy with the reactions.

I can't blame the audience. I must take all the responsibility to how they react to my act. That's my job, that's our challenge.

Street performing can be as frustrating as it can be rewarding. It just used to be easier 20 years ago. Am I getting old? I don't feel like it. Is my act stale, I don't feel like it.

What's going on in a world where it's harder to get people to REACT!!??

I will keep on keeping on, hell what else am I going to do?

Jump Start My Business Brain

Went to bed early last night. Got up with Buster this morning at 6:00AM made his lunch and made him take out the trash and recycling.

Thinking about my business and what I want out of life. My dream really is no different than it used to be. I want to be the best father I can be and make people happy with my magic.

Why is this such a challenge? For one, the limited access to my little kids makes it difficult to have an impact on their lives. Distance and a hateful ex-wife can be a huge set back in what I would like to do with/for Max, Hope & Liam.

As for my career goals and a strategy to accomplish them, I need to take a deep breath, step up to the plate and start hitting some balls. I just know I can knock one out of the park.

I just sent Doug Hall an email. He has always been very nice to me and a source of inspiration. I could use some inspiration about right now. I think I'll take a walk on the beach and think about what I can do this afternoon to move things forward a bit.