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?Hello, I?m Tim, and I have a problem.?
I waited for the obligatory response.
It came.
?Hi, Tim!? the crowd was responsive and full.
This was my first time before the Magic Anonymous. I?d heard about it, sure, we all have. We never thought we needed it though. We could stop at any time. Or so we thought. Sure, we could drive right by a magic shop ? if we wanted to. We could not buy something we?ll never use at a magic convention ? but there are things we need.
?I?m a magicholic,? I admitted. If it wasn?t for the microphone in front of my sweating face, I doubt the crowd would have heard it but they did. I knew this was the right thing to do.
There was silence. They knew that I had the same problem as them ? why else would I be there? Sure, there were the multi-addicted folks in the crowd: the magic/juggling/clowning/ventriloquist folks but they all shared my problem; our problem.
I started my tale of woe. There were nods from some of the members. They?d been where I was. They?d lived the hell that I?d lived: buying fanning cards even though they?d never done a fan act ever; purchasing the blueprints and plans for tricks they?d never build. And of course, the tell-tale sign of Magic Addiction: buying thousands of decks of cards (both trick and normal) to the point where they could no longer tell which decks were gimmicked and which were normal.
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?Hello, I?m Tim, and I have a problem.?
I waited for the obligatory response.
It came.
?Hi, Tim!? the crowd was responsive and full.
This was my first time before the Magic Anonymous. I?d heard about it, sure, we all have. We never thought we needed it though. We could stop at any time. Or so we thought. Sure, we could drive right by a magic shop ? if we wanted to. We could not buy something we?ll never use at a magic convention ? but there are things we need.
?I?m a magicholic,? I admitted. If it wasn?t for the microphone in front of my sweating face, I doubt the crowd would have heard it but they did. I knew this was the right thing to do.
There was silence. They knew that I had the same problem as them ? why else would I be there? Sure, there were the multi-addicted folks in the crowd: the magic/juggling/clowning/ventriloquist folks but they all shared my problem; our problem.
I started my tale of woe. There were nods from some of the members. They?d been where I was. They?d lived the hell that I?d lived: buying fanning cards even though they?d never done a fan act ever; purchasing the blueprints and plans for tricks they?d never build. And of course, the tell-tale sign of Magic Addiction: buying thousands of decks of cards (both trick and normal) to the point where they could no longer tell which decks were gimmicked and which were normal.
I stopped and looked at the crowd. If I was doing a Six-Card-Repeat or a Torn and Restored Newspaper, I?d know that I had the climax just sitting in the wings. But my climax here was something they wouldn?t expect. I cleared my throat and looked down.
?I have logged onto www.youdomagic.com.?
I waited for the reaction and I didn?t have to wait long.
?Oh, My Gosh!? I heard one poor juggler wail as she dropped her clubs to the floor.
Two vent figures shook their heads ? not in disgust but in sympathetic angst.
I started to defend myself, ?I couldn?t help it. Someone showed me the site and then . . .?
I couldn?t finish. I was choked up. A young female assistant offered me a silk fountain to wipe my tears. I thanked her and handed back ? involuntarily ? my empty bird load.
The rest of the confession was filled with chokes and tears. It was hard but I got through it. When I was done, I was greeted by my fellow magicholics. Over drinks at the back of the room, some admitted to me that they had seen the site.
One poor woman told me she worked for a XXX-Rated website and got in trouble because her bosses found out she was secretly downloading lessons from youdomagic.com.
I wanted to be compassionate for her but I reminded her that stealing webtime was just like stealing office supplies and that she should turn herself into the police. She thought I was joking but I wasn?t.
Why is youdomagic.com so addicting?
Well, first of all, the format is perfect for us. It gives you the impression that there are thousands of things to see. Your eyes go crazy, your mind races.
But it is not just eye-candy. It is also substance. It?s like the gambler finding a sure thing that really is a sure thing.
Dan Turcotte is a man of substance. We?ll have a Celebrity Interview with him later this week. He cares about magic and does it well. It takes a ton of ability and a ton and a half of confidence to do what he has done. He is giving his routines for some of the classics of magic for you to learn.
Want to learn how to do card to pocket? Crazy Man?s Handcuffs? The Best Invisible Deck Routine?
You need to click on to www.youdomagic.com.
I promise that you will be impressed by the variety and the detail of the routines he provides. Dan has been there and is still there. He does magic and he entertains. In many of the routines, you get to see his performance pieces as well as his instruction.
Can I be honest?
There are many out there in the web that would take your money and give you nothing. I still have not been able to stop my receding hairline with the mixture of bee pollen and musk oil and I haven?t had a date in years ? that could be more because my wife would frown on it. (I have, however, been attracted to musk and flowers).
This site, however, is different. It delivers. Check it out and then meet me in the basement at the church down at Main and 4th ? by the Amoco Station ? and confess that you too are like us.
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