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Newsletter of IBM Ring #170
The Bev Bergeron Ring
Next general meeting Wednesday, 10/19/2011 at 7:30 PM SHARP
I-HOP Kirkman Road
5203 Kirkman Road, Orlando, Florida 32819
Please join us for dinner beforehand
Lunch meetings in the McDonald’s at 7344 Sand Lake
Road, Orlando. It’s two blocks WEST of the intersection of Interstate 4
and Sand Lake Road. We meet every Tuesday at noon upstairs.
Website: http://www.ring170.com/
F. A. M. E. is the Florida Association of Magical Entertainers
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Directory
Craig J. Fennessy – President – CraigFennessy@gmail.com
Chris Dunn- Vice President – Youngdunns@yahoo.com
Sheldon Brook- Acting Secretary – mrbrook33@yahoo.com
James Songster- Director at Large, - JjTjMagic@aol.com
Joe Vecciarelli- Sgt at Arms - talkingmute@tampabay.rr.com
Stefan Bartelski – Editor of “Famulus”- Famulus@illusioneer.com
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Thursday, October 13, 2011
2011-10 From the Editor
Winter, at least as much as we get down here, is coming so break out those new tricks, get practiced and ready. We have some great lectures coming up, so be sure to put them in your diary, especially Jon Rauchenbaumer on Friday 10/14.
Thanks to Dennis for his contribution, we do miss him down here.
Your editor
Stefan
Thanks to Dennis for his contribution, we do miss him down here.
Your editor
Stefan
2011-10 Ring Report
President Craig Fennessey opened the meeting on September 21st with 25 members
and guests present. He announced that several lectures have been booked including Jon
Racherbaumer in October and Joshua Jay on January 4th. Several members, including
Bob Swadling and Jim McNiff attended the Magic Live Convention in Las Vegas and
reported that it was one of the best magic affairs they ever had the pleasure to attend and
were looking forward to the next one. They were complimentary of the excellent quality
of lectures as well as the Dealer's Hall.
Bev Bergeron participated in the IBM Convention in San Antonio and reported on his
experience as well as his continuation on to Las Vegas and a writing assignment with
Penn and Teller.
Dan Stapleton rounded out the reports of our traveling magicians with his experience in
Colon, Michigan at the Abbott's event where he also performed. John Calvert was also
an honored guest as he celebrated his 100th birthday.
After a brief intermission the remainder of the meeting was devoted to a lecture by Devin
Knight. His presentation and magic were well received by the membership who stayed
later than usual to take it all in.
A fine time was had by all.
and guests present. He announced that several lectures have been booked including Jon
Racherbaumer in October and Joshua Jay on January 4th. Several members, including
Bob Swadling and Jim McNiff attended the Magic Live Convention in Las Vegas and
reported that it was one of the best magic affairs they ever had the pleasure to attend and
were looking forward to the next one. They were complimentary of the excellent quality
of lectures as well as the Dealer's Hall.
Bev Bergeron participated in the IBM Convention in San Antonio and reported on his
experience as well as his continuation on to Las Vegas and a writing assignment with
Penn and Teller.
Dan Stapleton rounded out the reports of our traveling magicians with his experience in
Colon, Michigan at the Abbott's event where he also performed. John Calvert was also
an honored guest as he celebrated his 100th birthday.
After a brief intermission the remainder of the meeting was devoted to a lecture by Devin
Knight. His presentation and magic were well received by the membership who stayed
later than usual to take it all in.
A fine time was had by all.
2011-10 Bev at the Red Fox Lounge - Oct 13th
Bev Bergeron and Friends (both of them)
appearing at the Red Fox Lounge (Best Western Motel)
110 S. Orlando – Winter Park
Join the fun and if you can perform for a minute (that is all) be prepared to do so.
No Cover Charge – No Drink Requirement
Bev may sing “Benny’s From Heaven.”
Come Celebrate 20 Years of Performing by Mark Wayne & Lorna at the Red Fox Lounge
2011-10 Dennis' Deliberations
“A magician auditioned for an agent. He produced 100 cards, one at a time, then did the 3 rope trick then wrapped himself in his cape and disappeared. The agent said,” Good but that cape trick... can you open with that?"
The future of illusionists and magic is evolving and You Tube and free-market capitalism (“everything is for sale”) has changed it all. Now more than ever, EVERYTHING is about marketing and clawing your way through the economic wasteland. Some people like the constant thrill of competition. You have to be sharp, on target, capitalized and superior just to survive. I forgot. You also have to be connected. You can have everything hut if you are not connected, forget it!
Who’s Got Talent in 2011?
When a huge hoard of kids are jumping around frantically on the stage in some simulacrum of "dancing" and beat out one lone talent who can play the piano well and sing sensationally, something's dreadfully wrong. Likewise with this American television show that can't find anyone out of over 300 million of its citizens to judge the talent, and must rely instead on a snotty British Murdoch-journalist, the wife of a burnt-out druggy British rock star, and an unfunny bald comedian from Canada. Something is wrong! Something is wrong with show business! Sometimes I hate walk-around magicians. Sure I give kudos to real professional magicians, but I just want to beat the tar out of street magicians because they are often floating on top in the ‘Porta Potty’ of life. Okay okay, here’s the scenario… A non magician friend related to me that his entourage and was getting all crazy at the “in-spot” club in the downtown of a nearby city. He said , “We danced, talked, we got tipsy and closed the club. They were outside trying to get a cab to go back to my place for some after hours partying but then *BAM!* -- out of nowhere this grunge magician starts harassing the ladies. He was doing card tricks, he’s doing several ancient hackneyed tricks, but the thing that angered them the most was that he was not dressed to impress. He was wearing a worn out surfing shirt, raggedy old blue jeans, and had messy hair. He was one step above homeless bum. What the heck is he doing out at 2 am anyway? Trying to make time with the women? Oh pleeeeeeease. So I approached this dirt bag and told him to back up and leave my ladies alone. He then goes "C’mon man, I’m working my magic." To which I replied, "Hey buddy, I’m not looking for any trouble, just leave the girls alone." Now you’re probably wondering, why am I interfering with this situation? Why can’t he just stay out of it and let the girls take care of them selves? The answer is simple my friends: The girls were pretty drunk and the ‘magic dirtbag’ was trying to lure them away from the group, he kept backing up and they were following. The ladies just wanted to see some magic; they didn’t realize what was going on. And me, I take care of my friends. Back to the verbalization: The grunge magician says, "Go have another drink, you lush," where I respond, "Open your mouth again you psycho, and I'll shove a fist down your throat". And right when I said that, three other guys from my entourage magically appeared behind me. He looked angry, looked at me, the ladies giggled, and then he just walked away. These grunge magicians are morons. ...The story ends with me and my entourage having some drinks at my place until the sun came up.” Morons like that trashes our art. The general public does not know the difference. I am considering carrying a heavy magic wand ( the size of a Night Stick) and if I ever come across one of these jerks, I may rearrange his face.
Regardless, just what IS the motivation of most so-called "street magicians"? Where is the "cash transition" in this kind of magic? I'm reminded of a story with regards to the hype of show business. The famous escape-artist Harry Houdini used to do an escape from a large, towering safe. It was supposedly "donated" by large locksmith firm, as a "challenge escape". It would serve as fantastic publicity for the company, should the escape artist fail to extricate himself. At first, Houdini made it look EASY, and partly because it WAS easy (safes are designed to keep people from getting INTO them, not out!) But he didn't get the kind of audience reaction he was hoping for. So one day he hit upon a plan, or maybe it was suggested to him by some other showbiz crony. Audiences were much more patient back at the turn of the twentieth century. Since music was a rarity and the phonographic records of that day were horrible in quality they'd listen to any live orchestra for a while, while watching to see if the guy could make good his escape from an examined, securely nailed packing box, tank of water, or whatever. So once Houdini was locked into the safe, it was pointed out to the expectant crowd how dangerously little air there was in the safe ("If I'm not out in FIVE MINUTES it means CERTAIN DEATH!! ") -- Thus primed, the audience saw Houdini get locked into the safe, and a giant three-fold screen would be placed in front of the "door" of the safe. This, of course, was to preserve the mystery as to how the magician made his escape. And to add to the drama, a couple of burly men would stand on either side of the screen holding large, grotesquely ominous-looking AXES in their hands. (Not that they could hack their way into a heavy metal safe!) Houdini, trapped in the safe, would then calmly take the "tumbler plate" off the inside of the door with his hidden tools, and... well, "pick the lock" and open the door. He opened the door very carefully and quietly, just wide enough to squeeze out, and then he'd sit on a small folding stool and calmly read a magazine for a while. A glass of water was on the floor beside him (or maybe it was situated in a secret pocket in the inside back of the screen; or perhaps water, magazine and stool had been hidden in the safe itself.). The MUSIC played on. ....TICK, TICK, TICK went the time, up to, and way BEYOND the allotted danger-point. The audience gradually changed from idly restless, to deeply concerned. And within a few minutes after that, panic began to set in. "GET HIM OUT! HE'S SUFFOCATING IN THERE!!!" At the height of the swelling hysteria, just when the audience was reaching the breaking-point and seemed about to RIOT -- Houdini would throw the glass of water on his head, mess-up his hair, hyper-ventilate, and STAGGER TRIUMPHANTLY OUT FROM BEHIND THE SCREEN, looking thoroughly exhausted and seemingly "sweating profusely" from head to toe! --By this point, a stunned but deliriously-happy and excited mob, out front, (no longer the polite and reserved audience) would BURST INTO WILD CHEERING AND APPLAUSE! Sometimes they even rushed the stage in their delirium, and carried the "desperately worn-out" STAR of the evening -- mosh-pit fashion -- up the centre isle of the theatre and out onto the street. The Master of Deception had once again proven his mettle against impossible odds. He had, at the DIRE RISK of LIFE AND LIMB, escaped dramatically from the potential TOMB of a locksmith's safe -- and in the process, climbed another notch up the "ladder" of legendary fame. Is that the end of our lesson for today? Pretty much.
Just remember, it does not matter what you do; what counts is are you entertaining them.
I hope all of you have a great Halloween Season!
Thrill your audiences.
Dennis Phillips
The future of illusionists and magic is evolving and You Tube and free-market capitalism (“everything is for sale”) has changed it all. Now more than ever, EVERYTHING is about marketing and clawing your way through the economic wasteland. Some people like the constant thrill of competition. You have to be sharp, on target, capitalized and superior just to survive. I forgot. You also have to be connected. You can have everything hut if you are not connected, forget it!
Who’s Got Talent in 2011?
When a huge hoard of kids are jumping around frantically on the stage in some simulacrum of "dancing" and beat out one lone talent who can play the piano well and sing sensationally, something's dreadfully wrong. Likewise with this American television show that can't find anyone out of over 300 million of its citizens to judge the talent, and must rely instead on a snotty British Murdoch-journalist, the wife of a burnt-out druggy British rock star, and an unfunny bald comedian from Canada. Something is wrong! Something is wrong with show business! Sometimes I hate walk-around magicians. Sure I give kudos to real professional magicians, but I just want to beat the tar out of street magicians because they are often floating on top in the ‘Porta Potty’ of life. Okay okay, here’s the scenario… A non magician friend related to me that his entourage and was getting all crazy at the “in-spot” club in the downtown of a nearby city. He said , “We danced, talked, we got tipsy and closed the club. They were outside trying to get a cab to go back to my place for some after hours partying but then *BAM!* -- out of nowhere this grunge magician starts harassing the ladies. He was doing card tricks, he’s doing several ancient hackneyed tricks, but the thing that angered them the most was that he was not dressed to impress. He was wearing a worn out surfing shirt, raggedy old blue jeans, and had messy hair. He was one step above homeless bum. What the heck is he doing out at 2 am anyway? Trying to make time with the women? Oh pleeeeeeease. So I approached this dirt bag and told him to back up and leave my ladies alone. He then goes "C’mon man, I’m working my magic." To which I replied, "Hey buddy, I’m not looking for any trouble, just leave the girls alone." Now you’re probably wondering, why am I interfering with this situation? Why can’t he just stay out of it and let the girls take care of them selves? The answer is simple my friends: The girls were pretty drunk and the ‘magic dirtbag’ was trying to lure them away from the group, he kept backing up and they were following. The ladies just wanted to see some magic; they didn’t realize what was going on. And me, I take care of my friends. Back to the verbalization: The grunge magician says, "Go have another drink, you lush," where I respond, "Open your mouth again you psycho, and I'll shove a fist down your throat". And right when I said that, three other guys from my entourage magically appeared behind me. He looked angry, looked at me, the ladies giggled, and then he just walked away. These grunge magicians are morons. ...The story ends with me and my entourage having some drinks at my place until the sun came up.” Morons like that trashes our art. The general public does not know the difference. I am considering carrying a heavy magic wand ( the size of a Night Stick) and if I ever come across one of these jerks, I may rearrange his face.
Regardless, just what IS the motivation of most so-called "street magicians"? Where is the "cash transition" in this kind of magic? I'm reminded of a story with regards to the hype of show business. The famous escape-artist Harry Houdini used to do an escape from a large, towering safe. It was supposedly "donated" by large locksmith firm, as a "challenge escape". It would serve as fantastic publicity for the company, should the escape artist fail to extricate himself. At first, Houdini made it look EASY, and partly because it WAS easy (safes are designed to keep people from getting INTO them, not out!) But he didn't get the kind of audience reaction he was hoping for. So one day he hit upon a plan, or maybe it was suggested to him by some other showbiz crony. Audiences were much more patient back at the turn of the twentieth century. Since music was a rarity and the phonographic records of that day were horrible in quality they'd listen to any live orchestra for a while, while watching to see if the guy could make good his escape from an examined, securely nailed packing box, tank of water, or whatever. So once Houdini was locked into the safe, it was pointed out to the expectant crowd how dangerously little air there was in the safe ("If I'm not out in FIVE MINUTES it means CERTAIN DEATH!! ") -- Thus primed, the audience saw Houdini get locked into the safe, and a giant three-fold screen would be placed in front of the "door" of the safe. This, of course, was to preserve the mystery as to how the magician made his escape. And to add to the drama, a couple of burly men would stand on either side of the screen holding large, grotesquely ominous-looking AXES in their hands. (Not that they could hack their way into a heavy metal safe!) Houdini, trapped in the safe, would then calmly take the "tumbler plate" off the inside of the door with his hidden tools, and... well, "pick the lock" and open the door. He opened the door very carefully and quietly, just wide enough to squeeze out, and then he'd sit on a small folding stool and calmly read a magazine for a while. A glass of water was on the floor beside him (or maybe it was situated in a secret pocket in the inside back of the screen; or perhaps water, magazine and stool had been hidden in the safe itself.). The MUSIC played on. ....TICK, TICK, TICK went the time, up to, and way BEYOND the allotted danger-point. The audience gradually changed from idly restless, to deeply concerned. And within a few minutes after that, panic began to set in. "GET HIM OUT! HE'S SUFFOCATING IN THERE!!!" At the height of the swelling hysteria, just when the audience was reaching the breaking-point and seemed about to RIOT -- Houdini would throw the glass of water on his head, mess-up his hair, hyper-ventilate, and STAGGER TRIUMPHANTLY OUT FROM BEHIND THE SCREEN, looking thoroughly exhausted and seemingly "sweating profusely" from head to toe! --By this point, a stunned but deliriously-happy and excited mob, out front, (no longer the polite and reserved audience) would BURST INTO WILD CHEERING AND APPLAUSE! Sometimes they even rushed the stage in their delirium, and carried the "desperately worn-out" STAR of the evening -- mosh-pit fashion -- up the centre isle of the theatre and out onto the street. The Master of Deception had once again proven his mettle against impossible odds. He had, at the DIRE RISK of LIFE AND LIMB, escaped dramatically from the potential TOMB of a locksmith's safe -- and in the process, climbed another notch up the "ladder" of legendary fame. Is that the end of our lesson for today? Pretty much.
Just remember, it does not matter what you do; what counts is are you entertaining them.
I hope all of you have a great Halloween Season!
Thrill your audiences.
Dennis Phillips
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