We hear from Jack Straw that David Seebach will perform his outstanding “Wonders of Magic” Saturday, January 7, 2006 at the beautiful Schauer Arts Center in Hartford, Wisconsin
This matinee appearance begins at 2:00 pm and will be jammed to the rafters with great classic and new illusions.
Mr. Straw says there are at least nine major illusions including a
classic version of the classic illusion, Sawing a Woman in Two, the
very Beautiful Carl Owen Enchanted Temple, and The Lion’s Bride with Mr. Seebach’s very own Bengal Tiger, Tara.
We believe tickets are still available but likely to go very
quickly. Adults will pay $13.20, kids can borrow $10.56 from their
parents for their tickets, and if you have a group of ten or more, you
can get in for $10.03 a person. Why the uneven prices? Well, these
prices include tax. The box office is open from 11:30 am to 5:30 pm
Monday through Friday (262/670-0560 ext 3).
Mr. Seebach will perform some of the same illusions in his next show
scheduled for Saturday, February 4th at 7:30 pm. The Black River Arts
Allilance is sponsoring his presentation at the wonderful (and perfect
for a magic show) Lunda Theater in Black River Falls, Wisconsin.
Please visit the Black River Arts Alliance web site for more
information on this unique opportunity to see magic performed in its
proper setting. You can visit the Alliance’s web site at:www.BlackRiverArtsAlliance.org or give them a call at 715/284-4415.
While you’re clicking your way around the web, check out Mr. Seebach’s outstanding web site here: http://www.davidseebach.com
We are in awe of many but few cause us awe as easily as John Carney.
We were honored, then, to receive news of his upcoming show schedule.
This Friday, Carney’s Wonder Cabaret will take you to places far beyond the reach of a mere magic show.
Mr. Carney’s Wonder Cabaret is much more than a magic show after all. Mr. Carney astounds as much with his stories, characters and unique presentations as with his world
class sleight of hand.
His Wonder Cabaret
combines Mr. Carney’s love of magic,
comedy, and music into a unique evening of entertainment. If you have
never seen Mr. Carney perform, you have not really seen real magic.
Here’s some of the items on the magic menu:
Have a magic lesson with Faucett Ross!
Chill as Dr. Klien makes a ghost
appear and flex its muscles!
Visit Johann Hofzinser’s 19th Century
Viennese Salon!
Catch Mysto-mania with Mr. Mysto!
We are not alone in our high praise for Mr. Carney’s work.
Consider this recent review in the L.A. Weekly:
“… a blessing … Carney’s
an amiable, quick-witted Iowan with a twinge of sarcasm under his
breath … seamless technique … makes a mockery of empiricism and the
known mechanics of the universe.”
Read what The Tolucan has to say:
“… fresh and unique … inventive … go see it!”… he
will astound you with his unique magic and charm you with his stories
and characters.”
Make your plans now, this show lasts only for the next four weekends;
December 2nd through the 24th. The shows are at 8:00 pm Fridays and
Saturdays. There is a Sunday Matinee at 2:00 pm.
Mr. Carney’s show is venued at the beautiful Actor’s Forum Theatre, 10655 Magnolia Blvd, in North Hollywood, California.
Make
sure to call in your reservation to avoid disappointment. The box
office number is (818) 506-0600 and the tickets are a mere $15.00.
Magician Rakesh Syam works as a Carnival performer in
that he is a performer aboard Carnival Liberty.
The 29-year-old magician hales from Madurai, India and works not on the stage in the Cabaret Lounge or
the theater but from table-top to table-top.
We weren't aware of many table-hopping magicians
working cruise lines and so the story in today's Orlando Sentinel was
interesting-and-a-half.
The Sentinel's reviewer is charmed by Mr. Syam.
Actually, charmed may be an understatement. She is darn right smitten.
"Get a room!" we shouted as we read her account of the magical
encounter on the high seas. "Why don't you marry him and kiss him
all day if you love him so much!"
Our shouts had no effect on the article — presumably
because it was already written — but enticed the young woman trying to
carefully mix the Cola and Mountain Dew Code Red Slurpee mixture.
"Do you think I should?" she asked with the
frozen drink now flowing freely over her small, shivering hands — free of any
rings or signs of engagement.
We returned to reading the out-of-town
newspaper. The 7-11 manager seemed preturbed that we were reading his
precious newspaper without paying but it was his fault the newspapers were set
so closely to the counter area. We didn't set up the store. He
did.
Back to the Love Boat article.
We have to caution you, it gets really weird and kinky
at this point.
"Pick a card," he says.
"Any card."
Oh, so it's going to be one of those tricks, I say to
myself as I withdraw the two of diamonds from the deck. Syam turns his back and
asks me to write my husband's name on the card with a thick black felt pen,
replace it in the deck, and shuffle it.
Syam reshuffles the deck one last time, then tries to
guess which card I picked.
Was it the nine of spades, he asks, turning the card
over? Nope. The four of hearts, perhaps? No. The jack of clubs? No. This is
embarrassing. Even Syam seems somewhat perturbed.
"I don't know what's going on," he mutters,
pulling something from his pocket. It's a playing card, folded in quarters and
held together by a paperclip. He drops it on the table.
Yup, it's the two of diamonds with my husband's name
scrawled across it in bold black letters.
"How did you do that?" I say, gasping.
He just smiles.
Across the table, my husband chimes in: "Can you
make her 20 years younger?"
"I'm good," Syam says, "but not that
good."
Practice makes awesome.
Okay, is it us? Does that gross you out?
She's flirting with the magician — the "awesome" magician who made
her gasp.
In the midst of their unspoken tryst, her dog of a hubby
demonstrates to her young hero why he is unworthy of her love:
"See," she says to the
readers, "my husband didn't gasp, he didn't feel the…
The Los Angeles Times (or as we call it in the hip world of news, “The L.A. Times”) features Harry Anderson post-Katrina.
As many loyal readers of Quinlan’s Inside Magic (or as they call it at The L.A. Times, “That Site”) know Mr. Anderson left the world of Hollywood for the only other place where there could be more parties, more booze, and more fun.
The French Quarter welcomed Mr. Anderson as a prodigal son. However a prodigal son would welcome someone, the Gospel wasn’t clear on that detail — it was more of the father and that indignant goodie-goodie brother welcoming the prodigal son back into the fold with a ring, new cloak, and fatted calf.
We digress but have done so in a manner to assure a higher ranking in Google when one is searching for “magic tricks and fatted calf.”
Right now, our sister’s site is a top that search result but only because of the rude comments folks leave on her message board about her legs.
But just as Mr. Anderson returned to New Orleans, we shall return to the point of our story.
The Big Easy — New Orleans not our sister — felt at home with a guy who doesn’t take himself too seriously, has geniune talent, thinks on his feet, and smokes unfiltered Camels. (And really, our sister isn’t that big — her ankles swell when she’s nervous.)
And if you’ve ever tried to shove a Camel through the eye of a needle, you know how much easier it it is without a filter.
Because The L.A. Times is cool and written for cool people who think they’re cool, it begins its trite throw-away article on a guy we really respect by explaining he was a bomb on stage during a recent appearance.
See, that’s because he’s not in L.A. where the cool people are.
The writer diagrams and analyzes Mr. Anderson’s well-established (and we think funny) opening line.
“That’s a lot of hoops for a one-liner, and in a crowd of 80, one man chuckled quietly. But that’s OK. With decades of magic and comedy behind him, Anderson, 53, isn’t trying to win over a crowd, not these days. He’s trying to help save New Orleans.”
The feature goes downhill quickly from the first critique.
It points out Mr. Anderson is trying to bring together those affected by Katrina to rebuild the city and culture.
Well, that sounds cool. So maybe the L.A. Times thought they were cool people. Nope.
They are “a motley collection of advocates wearing tattoos, nose rings and plumed houndstooth hats.” They are “a legislature of the strange and the dispossessed, and Anderson is the presiding officer.”
But see, it’s not like we should respect Mr. Anderson, says the L.A. Times. No, his work is not to help others but himself.
“Through it all, he’s trying to discern the future of a business empire that would only fly in New Orleans ? his club, his variety show and his two shops, the one with a statue of a guy in a lobster suit and the other decorated with the framed… Continue reading Harry Anderson: We Like Him But We’re Not Cool
The Los Angeles Times (or as we call it in the hip world of news, “The L.A. Times”) features Harry Anderson post-Katrina.
As many loyal readers of Quinlan’s Inside Magic (or as they call it at The L.A. Times, “That Site”) know Mr. Anderson left the world of Hollywood for the only other place where there could be more parties, more booze, and more fun.
The French Quarter welcomed Mr. Anderson as a prodigal son. However a prodigal son would welcome someone, the Gospel wasn’t clear on that detail — it was more of the father and that indignant goodie-goodie brother welcoming the prodigal son back into the fold with a ring, new cloak, and fatted calf.
We digress but have done so in a manner to assure a higher ranking in Google when one is searching for “magic tricks and fatted calf.”
Right now, our sister’s site is a top that search result but only because of the rude comments folks leave on her message board about her legs.
But just as Mr. Anderson returned to New Orleans, we shall return to the point of our story.
The Big Easy — New Orleans not our sister — felt at home with a guy who doesn’t take himself too seriously, has geniune talent, thinks on his feet, and smokes unfiltered Camels. (And really, our sister isn’t that big — her ankles swell when she’s nervous.)
And if you’ve ever tried to shove a Camel through the eye of a needle, you know how much easier it it is without a filter.
Because The L.A. Times is cool and written for cool people who think they’re cool, it begins its trite throw-away article on a guy we really respect by explaining he was a bomb on stage during a recent appearance.
See, that’s because he’s not in L.A. where the cool people are.
The writer diagrams and analyzes Mr. Anderson’s well-established (and we think funny) opening line.
“That’s a lot of hoops for a one-liner, and in a crowd of 80, one man chuckled quietly. But that’s OK. With decades of magic and comedy behind him, Anderson, 53, isn’t trying to win over a crowd, not these days. He’s trying to help save New Orleans.”
The feature goes downhill quickly from the first critique.
It points out Mr. Anderson is trying to bring together those affected by Katrina to rebuild the city and culture.
Well, that sounds cool. So maybe the L.A. Times thought they were cool people. Nope.
They are “a motley collection of advocates wearing tattoos, nose rings and plumed houndstooth hats.” They are “a legislature of the strange and the dispossessed, and Anderson is the presiding officer.”
But see, it’s not like we should respect Mr. Anderson, says the L.A. Times. No, his work is not to help others but himself.
“Through it all, he’s trying to discern the future of a business empire that would only fly in New Orleans ? his club, his variety show and his two shops, the one with a statue of a guy in a lobster suit and the other decorated with the framed… Continue reading Harry Anderson: We Like Him But We’re Not Cool
We hear from Jack Straw that David Seebach will perform his outstanding “Wonders of Magic” Saturday, January 7, 2006 at the beautiful Schauer Arts Center in Hartford, Wisconsin
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