|Annimation Cel on Mirror - Jay Johnson|
If nothing unusual happened at the theatre my walk home through the streets of Time Square would offer ample material to write about. Of course doing my show in that theatre nightly was always special enough to write about. I hope one day to read those posts again to perhaps relive the experience.
However, as I was looking back on a recent few posts my blog has taken a bluer-darker turn.
How did "The World is a Stage" become a political dossier. I have never been political in my life. In my career I've never done edgy political humor so I was never looking for the political scandal to make jokes about. I wanted to fit into any situation. When I arrived in California Richard O. Linke told me that the definition of Class: "Being Comfortably at ease in any group". I don't know if that is textbook but I thought it was something to strive for. I have spent years as a corporate show entertainer avoiding the conversation of politics.
But, Politics seems unavoidable right now. It dominates every aspect of social intercourse. It is nearly impossible to avoid, even in a show biz blog.
In hopes of personal growth beyond the steady drone of politics; I will use this post as a test.
I named it the "Duck Call Experiment".
Theory is: you do not expect turkeys to show up if you are blowing a duck call.
Existentially stated: What you put out into the universe comes back to you.
Millennial explanation: I mean, when you order something online you, like, get a bunch of other offers to buy something like it. Right?
*Here is my "Duck Call" :
I will start with the story of an actual duck. I find that magicians have the best stories.
Mike Caveney works with a live chicken on stage and told me this one involving livestock productions. (Magical term ofr pulling an animal out of some impossible place)
It seems that a friend of his was going to do the "duck bucket" trick at the Castle. As you might expect that trick involves producing a live duck from an empty bucket. (No I can't tell you how it works because of the Magicians code of secrecy). It doesn't matter since the story does not involve the production method anyway.
The magician didn't want to travel with a real duck so he decided to get one when he got to Los Angeles. The place to get a live duck is Chinatown, so that is where he ended up. He was directed to a shop keeper with a pen of ducks for sale. The magician wanted just the right one as far as size and color. He looked at all of them and found a white one that was just right. Although the merchant did not understand his reasons for wanting a specific duck, he finally isolated the one the magician wanted.
In one well perfected move he grabbed the duck threw it down on the chopping block quickly cutting off its head saying, "You like me to take off feathers."
Little did the duck know that he was just moments away from going into Show business.
As you were,