Paul Green: Twice in One Day at Motor City Convention

Paul Green Teaching in Optional Session

When we left our running account of John Luka’s Motor City Close-Up Convention this weekend, we began our observation of Paul Green’s lecture en medius rex.

We entered the lecture room mid-way through his explanation of a paddle trick.

The effect was clever.  On a white paddle upon which he wrote the volunteer’s name. Despite our concern that we had vastly over-rated Mr. Green’s abilities and the value of his lecture, we decided to wait out this one segment before leaving. 

We remained in the lecture room for most of the day and evening. 

Mr. Green, we learned, had an unique talent for hooking both laymen and magicians.  As in the case of the paddle trick, he showed us not only a new routine and refined handling, but a clever way of leaving an audience member with a souvenir of the close-up routine. The white paddle ends with the spectator’s name on one side and the word “magic” on the opposite.

It was an unexpected twist and clever as all get out. 

We liked Mr. Green’s style, substance and durability.  He not only gave the morning lecture, he also held a special afternoon “workshop” for some of us for a very reasonable additional charge.

The morning lecture used many effects we all have purchased over the years but perhaps have not used or considered even finding.

Consider the venerable Magician’s Insurance Policy. 

If aliens were to suddenly land on our planet to abduct all those who currently possess the Magician’s Insurance Policy for probing experiments, there would be only mimes available for kids’ parties. We’d be willing to bet our current Visa cash-advance credit limit we’d be feeling special — either “good special” or “bad special” in some space ship. 

Mr. Green’s routine makes use of the Insurance Policy along the way but it is only one-third of the finale.  In fact, it is not even the final revelation of the chosen card.  His thinking on the effect was like a woosh of fresh air into a previously boarded home.  It flung things around in our spider-web covered mental attic, and for the first time in a long time, we noticed things previously covered with dust.

Okay, maybe that’s overstating it.  Still, it was a great routine and we did go so far as to buy a new policy from Mr. Green as well as the other prop for his three-part finale. 

Mr. Green is known for his incredible mastery of The Classic Force.  Later, during the evening close-up show, we watched as he successfully used The Classic Force five times in a row on the same person.  He missed on his sixth attempt but hit it on the seventh. 

He gave some instruction in the general lecture but his teaching during the workshop session was more in-depth and tailored to our individual needs. 

We can count the number of sleights we believe we have mastered on one hand.  And if we counted the same one twice, we’d still have two fingers and a thumb left. …
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Motoring to John Luka’s Motor City Close-Up Convention

The morning air was cool but not cold, clear but not stark, as we motored the mighty 1970-1/2 Ford Falcon (original Cobra Jet Ram-Air V8 429 cu. in.) from our estate at the Mystic Hollow Mobile Estates toward the Detroit down-river suburb of Taylor, Michigan. 

 

We moving at a fair clip in a vehicle known for its magical ability to survive the most in-humane winters and neglected needs for fresh oil, clear coolant, and periodic conventional tune-ups. 

Although the ride was smooth and powerful, we were not at ease.

Worry flooded our Diet-Coke stimulated consciousness like unleaded $2.79 -per-gallon unleaded rushing into our Holley single-barrel carburetor earlier that morning. 

As we were asked by the New York Transit Police last summer, "Where do you think you get off?"  

We are not worthy of the Motor City Close-Up Convention.

So where do we get off? 

Our self-deprecating answer President Jimmy Carter's rhetorical question, "Why Not the Best?" was simple: because. We're not the best.

We don't even live in the same neighborhood as the best or even those who work for the best. We see the best from afar, either on television or the cheap seats in a Las Vegas theater. 

We don't meet them in as intimately as John Luka's Motor City Close-Up provides.  At many of the major or even state-level conventions, you can go the entire three days without running into one of the performers. 

We like it that way.

Sure, we've been nominated for the Nobel Prize for the genius evidenced by our invention The Quinlan So-Sure Deck®.  (A recent national reviewer paid tribute to our work saying, ". . . far as I know, it is the only marked, stripped one-way forcing deck currently on the market that has the name "Quinlan" in its title . . .")  But that's different, inventors with our type of fame never need to leave the basement of their single-wide.

We knew Nate Kranzo and Paul Green would be lecturing today.  Both men know their stuff, and stuff their lectures and DVDs with good stuff.  We've raved of Mr. Kranzo in the past and when we hear the name Paul Green, we think "Classic Force."

We cleared the windshield with a one-handed swipe of our slightly-soiled McDonald's napkin.  Through the clear arc of glass, we found our chance to end our debate.  We tried to turn around on I-94 but the power-steering pump on the old Falcon has been leaking a bit and our turning radius depends entirely on our strength and ability to lean into the anticipated curve. 

We apologized to our passengers — each one a hitch-hikers we met along the way — and drove on towards Taylor, Michigan.

The Ramada Inn is just a touch off the highway.  In fact, it is very close to the north-south artery of a currently anemic auto industry.  In fact, within seconds of starting our bald-tire slide down the entirely too steep and too slick exit ramp, past the…

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