How to Steal an Interview from a Magician

Charlie Wrigley wrote this around lunchtime:

When Doves Cry

This story is true*

Who knows how these things get started? This time it began in the bathroom of a StarBucks in Brookline Village. I’m taking care of my business when I looked over to the sink hoping to find something to read. There was a business card, oddly illuminated by the spotlight beam of the trendy track lighting in said establishment’s hopper.

I picked up the card. It reads, “Magic for All Occasions.” On the top right-hand corner of the card is a bird (in hindsight, probably a dove) eclipsing an orb; maybe the sun or the moon. His name on the bottom left is two first names: Daniel John. The right-hand corner has a phone number and a Hotmail address.

The back of the card is much more interesting.

In handwritten scribble it reads:

½ hr show $275.00*
¾ hr show $400.00*

*Live animals cost extra.
This includes: Doves, Parakeets, (“&” has been whited out, replaced by “or’) Rabbits.

What to do with this little golden nugget? There are just too many unanswered questions to just clip it to the fridge and forget about it.

I have to interview this guy. I have to interview him without him knowing he’s being interviewed. I shot him an email, playing it cool:

I came across your card today. I have a few questions. Would you feel comfortable answering a few by email?

Thanks!

And I meant Thanks-exclamation point. Maybe for the first time in my life I was excited enough to warrant an exclamation point! Maybe for the last time ever! So the email was sent, and the waiting game began.

A few hours later I got an email from Daniel John. I was very excited? Strike that – I was very excited! Here’s what he had to say, unedited:

Hi Charlie,

Can you refresh my memory and tell me how you know me? It depends on the type of questions you wish to ask. Let me know what the questions are so that I can make an evaluation on whether to answer them by e-mail or not. I assume the questions are MAGIC related. I’ll try to help you out if I can.

Regards,

Daniel.

Whew! I thought for a second there he wouldn’t answer my questions. Then I got to the MAGIC part. Of course my questions will be about MAGIC, dude! You’re a fucking real live MAGICIAN. You pull live rabbits out of hats for a living (apparently that costs extra, which hopefully we’ll get to); what other possible topic related questions do you think I would ask? What your favorite color is? Your thoughts on the impact of European portrait artists of the 17th century on early provincial American artists? No dude, I want to know about fucking MAGIC!

Figuring I had the go ahead, I fired off some questions. He answered some, but not all, so I asked him some more along with the ones he didn’t answer until I was satisfied, then edited it to make it read like an interview. That, my friends, is how you steal an interview from a magician. And here it is:

CW: I found your card and was wondering if you would answer a few questions?

DJ: Where did you find my business card?

CW: I actually found it at Starbucks in Brookline. Someone had left it there. But my wife and I are looking to host a party for some friends and we thought a magic show might be perfect… We had this conversation just a few days ago… Thought it may be some sort of sign, or destiny… you know? Tell me… where did you learn magic?

DJ: I first learned magic when I was a kid. The magic shop that I used to go to was frequented by many famous magicians. I watched their techniques and presentations as a guide, but I really learned most of the magic by myself by spending a lot of time practicing.

CW: I’d ask you which “famous magicians” frequented that bath house, er… joke shop, but isn’t “famous magician” an oxymoron? That’s a rhetorical question… Moving on. What are the types of venues you’ve played?

DJ: I’ve played many different types of venues, but mostly nightclubs and on stage doing my dove act.

CW: I saw your rates on your card… are those rates reasonable?

DJ: My rates are the going rate for a professional magician. You must decide if they are reasonable. It depends on your budget and the quality of performer you wish to hire.

CW: I see, so the burden is on me to decide if you’re a rip-off. How much extra are the live animals?

DJ: My dove act costs an additional $50.

CW: Do you use dead animals for free???

DJ: For you, I’ll throw in any dead animals for free if you wish.

CW: Well played, sir. What are some of your tricks?

DJ: I produce the doves in various ways. For example, I turn a rose into a silk handkerchief, then I gather the silk up in my hands and out comes a beautiful white dove (Doves are much smaller than pigeons). Most audiences like dove magic.

CW: Thank you for that little fact about dove and pigeons, but Jesus man, you’re really pushing that Dove act. You must be very proud of it, but don’t they shit all over the place?

DJ: The doves are not a problem; they won’t mess in your house. I don’t feed them for a few hours before the show and they are trained not to fly around.

CW: That was my mom’s rearing philosophy too! Weird. Any other tricks you do not involving doves??

DJ: I also do many other different effects, such as card manipulations, cut and restored rope, silk magic and some comedy. All my material is in good taste and won’t offend anyone.

CW: Somehow, I think anyone with good taste would be offended. Maybe it would be better If you just did your thing on stage and shut the fuck up about it.

DJ: Some of my act is silent, done to music which I provide. I suggest that I perform for about 45 minutes; that seems to be the optimum time for a house party.

CW: It would be in my home with 15-20 guests (people in their 30’s mostly). The house is good-sized and very nice, but how much room would you need? And you wouldn’t leave a mess behind in my beautiful home would you? (Note: I live in a shitty apartment and have no friends in their thirties)

DJ: I don’t do “box magic” i.e. tricks involving large apparatus, and I won’t leave a mess behind. Perhaps we could meet in advance and I could do a little magic for you and your wife by way of an audition.

CW: Yeah, right – like your last “audition” in the Starbucks bathroom? No thanks buddy. Besides my wife and I love “messy box magic” while we fucking hate “doves.”

*Only the magician’s first, first name and my questions/responses have been altered.

Why Are These Women Running?

Charlie Wrigley wrote this in the early afternoon:

stolen from boston.com: sue me, I have nothing.
Boston.com

Are They…

Running from an Asian man dressed as Godzilla?
Running in from the rain earlier today?
Running to the supermarket to get groceries to prepare dinner for their men?
Running to church to confess their sins of the flesh?
Taking a cigarette break?
Making a break for it from the prison known as Weight Watchers?
Running away from that creepy dude on the left in the red cardigan?
Special Olympics 500 meter dash?
Taking a running start as they try to fly?
Trying to get an autograph from a guy who sorta looks like Tony Danza?

No, none of that. The doors have just open at Filene’s Basement for their Bridal Event. Wedding Dresses are on the cheap, and we all know from the Nutty Professor, “you can’t stop a woman from shopping.”

Forget about women about to get married, they are crazy enough - get the fuck out of their way and let ‘em do their thing.

Hell hath no fury,
Like a woman who gets her wedding dress of her dreams stolen “from a fat bitch that hasn’t been a size 4 since she was a fat fucking embryo.” - Not an actual quote, but not to far off.

Valentines Day

Charlie Wrigley wrote this mid-morning:

Valentines Day sucks! - That’s what I hear every year from every one.

Relax; it’s a day where most people are nice. Sometimes you get free candy. Nothing wrong with that.

Buy a card and some flowers and shut the fuck up about it.

If you don’t have a special someone to spend Valentines Day with, who cares? How is it any different from yesterday… or tomorrow… or the rest of your life?

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I know how sensitive you losers are. Oops, I did it again; I played with your heart. I’m not that innocent! - How’s that for a current reference?

If you are all alone in Boston tonight, hit up one of the bars and get drunk like it were a Saturday. Get laid like it was a Friday. Then tomorrow, take the morning after pill like it were a Sunday morning.

Happy Valentines Day Boston!

Donuts!

Charlie Wrigley wrote this mid-afternoon:

I was 20 minutes early for work today, must be on account of all the kids having the day off. Damn kids got it made.

The work parking lot was empty, and had just been plowed. Not plowed very well, I guess the good snow plowers were still on my street figuring out how to make my life more awesome (see post below)

They left a nice sheet of snow. The parking lot is huge here, so I did what any 27 year old, warm blooded, mentally challenged Bostonian would do. I did fucking donuts.

360 slides. Frontwards and reverse. I punched the gas going straight; got it up to about thirty then cut the wheel. Round and around.

It was awesome.

By the time I was “finished” and ready to go into work, I was 2 hours late and my gas tank was empty.

I’ve been having muscle spasms for the rest of the day. Which muscles? The fucking donut muscles, my friends… Muscles that haven’t seen a good work out since I was in high school.

I’ve progressed very little since then.

What the hell have you ever accomplished that’s so great?

Great Sunday, huh?

Charlie Wrigley wrote this in the wee hours:

It’s one thirty in the morning and I just finished shoveling.

I have a few people I’d like to thank.

To my neighbor, who feels comfortable enough to tell me how old she is, and how much pain she is in. Of course I will shovel your stairs, walkway and driveway. I’m a young and able man! Speaking of which, where the fuck are all your grandchildren that, as you have informed me on many occasions, are doing very, very well? Never mind, I’m sure they are busy running their companies/saving the world etc. Thank you old lady, for allowing me to shovel for you. And thank you for your constructive criticism, I don’t feel like I do everything half assed as you put it, but you did inspire me to try harder. I may have inadvertently slipped a disc in my back - but no pain, no gain! Thanks again.

Thank you to the snow plowers around the city. Special shout out to the guy who did my street. You did an amazing job pushing all the snow from your buddy’s driveway, really. The fact that you pushed it all in the vicinity of my wife’s car was very cool my friend! I’ll admit her car is a bit of a beater - an eyesore really, so I can totally agree that it was called for that you completely buried it. I had a heck of a time shoveling it out, but the reward was ten - fold. I felt like I was in a real snow fort when I had dug a path to get to the car to begin shoveling it out. I was just like Nanu of the North!

I’d like to thank the snow plower once again for waiting until I was completely done, to plow the street again. He’s a crafty one! I was inside and ready for bed. Well, I guess you got me. You got me pretty good. I think I learned a valuable lesson - don’t start shoveling until well after midnight unless you want to start all over again… Thank you Mr. snow plower…

Wait… Yup, he got me again… Sorry folks I’ve got to get the gear back on he did it again. Man, I’m going to lose ten pounds before I hit the pillow tonight. Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!

Weekly Dig!

Charlie Wrigley wrote this mid-morning:

I’ve pimped the Dig before, and I’ll do it again. Check out this week’s Dig. Go grab it, it’s free!

There is a great article with a grumpy Han Solo.

If your arms and legs don’t work, click here using your nose:

Weekly Dig

‘Ello Boston: a guest writer

Charlie Wrigley wrote this in the late evening:

By: Emmanuel Lewis

Ah, Boston. I love the smell of the city; the pungent scent of steamed crawfish up and down the quarter’s outdoor café’s.

Actually, I’ve never been to Boston. They have crawfish there right? It is a city on the water, no? Gulf of Mexico as I remember.

Did you know that Boston, like me, is over forty years old? It’s true! Boston has some of the oldest buildings in the world too. One of those buildings, the Phil Hancock building, is pretty tall. In fact, it’s the biggest building in the world.

The people are so nice too! They are friendly and very kind. When I walk through the city everyone greets me with a warm smile and a ‘good morrow little fellow!” and “G’day mate!”

This is pointless. Who the hell am I fooling? Emmanuel Lewis is an actor. Not a writer pandering to a city like a shitty hair band in town for 2 nights: ‘Ello Boss-tin.’ I’m hanging on by a very thin thread here. I need some work – c’mon, hire me please?! I’ll do anything. I just can’t bear to write about any more cities for a mere pittance.

I’ve gotta do 83 more of these. San Antonio is next, I’ll never make it. Please help a little brother out! I can play 5 to 55 without make-up. I’ll do anything.

I’ll grow for the right (any) role.

Happy Groundhog Day!

Charlie Wrigley wrote this just before lunchtime: