The peripatetic and personable team of Tim Ellis and Sue-Anne Webster are on the ground giving the bird’s eye view of the low-down in Beijing, China.
How is it going over there?
From their latest entry, it sounds like Beijing may have found the secret to pulling off a great Magic convention.
Compare the reviews of prior FISMs.
This one is shaping up to be a humdinger.
Even though no magic was performed during the welcome banquet, Mr. Ellis and Ms. Webster write it was still magical.
Yes, there was absolutely no magic in the dinner show, but we were treated to what appeared to be the absolute best in many facets of Chinese entertainment. Most people I spoke to afterwards said they wouldn’t have changed a thing and rated the first day of FISM 2009 a 9 out of 10.
That is high praise from real magicians who make their living entertaining real people all around the world. They’ve seen some lesser FISM iterations and have a perfect perspective.
Andre Kole’s article urging the IBM to sanction individuals stealing his illusions included a reference to the World Record for the longest magic show. Unfortunately, Mr. Kole credited Dr. Alex with the record.
(Although, if Dr. Alex claims the record for a single person performing, he may be right).
The Guinness people have not yet updated their information but the new official holders of this endurance feat are participants in the appropriately named World’s Longest Magic Show (“WLMS”) including Tim Ellis and Sue-Anne Webster.
In fact, as we typed this late-breaking news, Mr. Ellis said he just received the certification from the Guinness people. It is now official.
Assume you grew up in the wild and never knew of civilization; as if you were a modern day Kaspar Hauser.
This strange man/boy wandered into a German town and lived a short, mysterious life. He lacked the social, hygienic and language skills that come from being raised by humans.
And yet he was very bright and inquisitive. He was plagued with a terrible hunchback apparently caused by his prior imprisonment in a small space.
He was either murdered or killed himself in the center of the town one evening and the cause of his death has never been determined.
Now, you as little Kaspar, stumble into civilization and are adopted by a very rich person and treated to only the best in life.
You have the best food, even though your palate lacked the sophistication necessary to discern Filet Mignon with a fine 1989 Mondavi Cabernet Reserve from Beanie Weenies and Grape Kool-Aid.
You would rightfully guess that all food in this brave new world tastes so wonderful and that all homes were stately mansions populated by caring and giving people.
You’re probably thinking, “what the heck is he talking about? So much for modern psychotropic medication!” Or maybe your thinking, “I haven’t even read this far. I gave up in the first paragraph.” Actually, no, I don’t know how you could think that if you stopped reading in the first paragraph.