One of the longest running magic shows in history... NEEDS YOU! Seeking theatrically interested people to train as Magic Assistants. If you're available one or more weekdays this summer, we are hiring. Schedule an interview using this form: https://forms.gle/nXeuWKEeVHGsmDxP9
Or email: [email protected]
Hey friends, I bet you know someone that loves being on stage surrounded by applause and laughs. I'm looking to train some new magic assistants for this upcoming Adventureland Park season.
I also need a new backstage tech: working lighting/sound cues and setting/striking props.
Share this and help me offer them an extremely fun and rewarding summer job!
more info: [email protected]
I just received a shelving unit to be used to hold Adventureland supplies. There is assembly required. As I was unpacking it I noticed they supplied a small pair of gloves. My first thought was how nice! And then it occurred to me, there must be some safety issue that requires the company to cover up by supplying these gloves. I hate being jaded.
What's in a name? I happen to be touring around Missouri teaching magic and performing shows at a number of schools. In my travels, I drove through Peculiar, Missouri. A town that was searching for a name that wasn't already taken. Finally, they threw up their hands and asked the state to, "Just name it anything, as long as it is a little peculiar."
Then there was Tight Wad, Missouri. Originally known as Edgewood, I guess the Postmaster asked a grocer there to save a particular watermelon that he wanted to pick up later. Grocer agreed, but sold it before the Postmaster could claim it. The Postmaster and grocer later argued calling each other, "Tight Wad." The argument continued until it became legendary and the whole town enjoyed the notoriety, allowing it's name to change. BTW, there is a Tight Wad Bank that is open for business. You might want to open an account just for the Tight Wad Bank checkbook with their name printed on each check.
I passed by the optimistic and welcoming town of Fair Play and another town with the mysterious sounding name, Cabool. I might have to add that to my list of magic words.
I'm currently enjoying a short and rare break from driving, sitting in my car in a school parking lot, waiting to perform again today. I'm feeling quite honored. I'll be entertaining the children of Eminence.
Cleaning out closets and making room for the return of my seasonal roommate, aka the Adventureland magic show props and costumes... I stumbled on to this.. is it collectable? Am I rich?!
Walked out on stage and noticed two teen girls in the front row, giggling and pointing their phone screens at me with large, bold writing on them. I couldn't read the words, but they did this throughout the show expecting me to react in some way.
Is this a new passive/aggressive form of heckling?
What fresh hell is this?
There is a magic routine I do in the Adventureland show that requires for me to wear a ring and watch. They are large and gaudy so they can be seen by the audience. I have gotten into a bad routine of forgetting to put on the ring. I grumble about this everytime I fly off stage to put it on in the middle of the show.
My son, teching the show today, surprised me with this reminder sign.
This is how I know he's my son.
Happy Fathers Day! I was given some very thoughtful gifts, the best of which was spending the full day performing with my kids, Bennie and Dymond, then dinner together.
After the last show, as we gathered down at the magic shop, a guest came over and commented on the show we had just performed. She said that she had attended my show several times in the past, but this non speaking show was, "perfect!"
That pretty well sums up my whole day!
People have been asking me about the new owners of Adventureland. I walked in this morning to see this sign. Apparently, they have adopted me!!
All jokes aside, this little touch is a very good sign of great things to come. It's the little things that matter. I'm genuinely excited for our future.
My belated Friendsmas!
As usual, Bill Trotter, Steve Hinrichs, and I had a wonderful lunch to celebrate Christmas together here in mid January. Due to a series of unintended events, I ended up opening the last of my seasonal gifts from them at home, alone.
I still managed to conjure up the merriment of the season opening up these spirited gifts. Notice the signature on the special whiskey glass. Not a typo, an inside joke.
These are friendships which have been in my life for over 45 years. They are the real gifts.
