Saturday, August 14, 2010

Magic in Sebastopol


Tonight I saw an amazing array of entertainers in our little town and for the price of only $12. I hardly know where to begin. I will make a plug for the venue- Aubergine Vintage Emporium & Cafe and the town- Sebastopol, only 7,000 people but open to a wide variety of artistic outlets.

Think of an era without modern advertising, without the Internet and without any form of eletronic media. It was an era of person to person entertainment. The formal structures of theater and musical performance have existed as long. Yet these entertainment forms have a air of antiquity, unlike music and theater. Even more so these forms of entertainment appear on verge of being lost unless another generation takes on the duty of performing "magic". I say magic and I think of Robinson Davies "Fifth Business". This world we have almost left behind, except (sad to say) in venues like Las Vegas.

Frank Oliver, the juggler

Frank was the booked star of the show. He feigned incompetence with juggling, and jokes. He enticed innocent audience members into far more collaboration than they had planned. He had very funny patter accompaning all his stitchs. He began the second act as an eight foot drag queen. Hmmm, I am not sure drag queen is the correct term, but he was certainly eight foot. He performed acts on a unicycle, did an audience participation nutcracker, performed card tricks and scary juggling involving knives, flames and tazars. Only a highly practiced professional could pull off what Frank Olivier did at this show. (Frank's Promo Video)

Tom Noddy,the bubble man

Tom Noddy creates beautiful and complex bubble structures with only a bubble wand and some smoke. The beauty of his act is the simplicity of the materials as well as the delicacy and complexity of the shapes. I remembered his name from a long time ago and so I looked him up on the web. He has been doing pretty much the same act for thirty years. (on David Letterman)

Bob Hartman, the puppeteer

This man makes great puppets. He has a gentle voice, a gentle philosophy and an underplayed sense of humor. I loved this part of the show. My two favorite puppets were the baby, philosophizing on what it was like being a baby and the stand-up wolf comedian, shyly playing to a crowd of humans. Puppeterring to adults would make us gentler, less aggresive people especially if Bob is at the controls. (some San Francisco Bay Area Puppeteer History

Jay Alexander, the mentalist

Jay was the youngest of the group and perhaps the hippest. He sports a manicured beard and wears an outfit that makes him look like he is studying to be a rabbi. He was facinating. He performed some amazing card tricks. But what I found most amazing was that he guessed a woman's ATM password and told the audience how he did it. He told her to lie at first so he could hear how her "lying voice" and "body reaction" was different than when she told the truth. Then he had her answer the question: "Is it a one?" with a "no". "Is it a two?" with a "no", and so on until he guessed each of the four digits correctly with no mistakes. He also performed an amazing phone book trick. (Great card trick by Jay Alexander)

I am still a lover of magic and all four of these performers created magic for the audience. These days it appears that Las Vegas and children's birthday parties are the only places we get to come in contact with this kind of entertainment. I fear that it is going by the wayside in this media and Internet age. Here I send out an appeal to young people to take on one of these artistic forms and keep the fire of magic alive.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

AMTRAK

(This event happened immediately on my return to the US. I am a bit behind in my entries. I still have not written for a refund.)

If you read my blog from my trip to Russia last summer, you might know my nemisis was Citibank. You may have noticed that I had no such problem this year and have done very little railing on this blog, until now. The key word: AMTRAK

My plane arrive about 2:20 PM and I had a fairly easy time getting through customs and the passport check. By 2:40 PM I knew to get on the shuttle train to the Amtrak station. Strangely the shuttle stopped two stations short and we had to catch a shuttle bus the rest of the way. I heard a man telling his son that when it gets really hot that the something expands or contracts and that the trains do not fit on the tracks. Perhaps that is what had just happened.

I got to the station at 3:06 and the attendant said that unforntunately I had just missed the 3:05 to Philadelphia. He pointed to the place where I should buy a ticket. He said that the next train for Philadelphia would arrive at 4:45 PM, about an hour and a half wait. At 3:07 PM I bought the ticket. The ticket costed $51, more than .50 a mile. Strangely my ticket had the time of 3:05 PM on it. I thought that the clock on the machine was just off a little. ( I thought, "That ticket machine could not have sold me a ticket for a train that has already left.)

At 4:45 PM the announcer said that the train to Washington would be arriving in two minutes and Philadelphia was one of the stops. I went to the on the train the woman conductor looked at my ticket and said, "This is not your train." I tried to give her an argument, but she said, "Your train is the next train." Another guy gave her more of a hard time and successfully boarded the train, even though she said that it wasn't his train.

I waited 15 more minutes and decide to take the stairs up two flights and talk to the attendant who told me to buy the ticket.

He said, "That was your train. She was suppose to let you on. Come on with me and we're going to make a complaint to AMTRAK."

I met with the supervisor and he had another view on the matter. "You bought a ticket for a train that already left. I can't help that."

We tangled a bit and I got a little heated up. "How can the machine sell me a ticket for a train that has already left?" I said.

He answers, "Well, if the train is late, then people will need a ticket for that particular train. And all of the trains are usually late."

I say, "Well, my train wasn't late."

His answer, "Your train is never late. It's only the ones that come from Boston."
I say, "I paid $51 for a ticket and I can't use it for any other train."
Then he says, "I'm here to help you, getting upset is not going to get you where you want to go. But you're not going like what I'm going to tell you now. It's going to cost you more."

So he goes through all of the all of the reasons why I should buy tickets earlier and the earlier, the cheaper. He also says that I need to take another train back to Newark Penn Station and get on that train to Philadelphia- the cost? $91