Magic: Showman
Tonight, back - at last - with TAC for more magic! This one was James Phelan: Showman, playing at Underbelly Boulevard. Yes, the same guy that headlined last Thursday's show. Somehow, I'd forgotten to check where to eat - well, I booked for Saffron Soho - happily, nice and close to the office, where I was today.
Nice to have a reason to leave early, I was so sick of poring over different versions of the same documents, every spare minute today. I walked to the restaurant - unfortunately, for much of the way, facing into the blazing sun; it'd been cloudy when I set out, and I hadn't brought my sunglasses. Ah, I did love walking through Soho though.. I made it a little early, and was given a table by the window:
I'd been advised to book, it being a small space - so when a group of four Indian-looking lads, maybe in their early twenties, were turned away, I thought nothing of it, although the guy at the table beside me tutted at the racism of it. Mind you, when a group of three caucasians showed up later, they opened up the room at the back specially.. might have been ageism, of course..
I had my usual: meat samosas, followed by butter chicken and peshwari naan - I don't have rice as a rule, it fills me up too much. Can't really say much for the samosas, which were a bit greasy, although much improved by dipping them in the sweet sauce provided - and honestly, the naan wasn't up to much. But oh wow, I've never had better butter chicken! Of course, as usual, it was mostly sauce - which I didn't fancy soaking up with the naan - and when the server, seeing I'd finished the naan, and with all the leftover sauce, asked whether I'd like more naan, as I explained to her, it was something of a tragedy to leave that sauce, but I knew I'd be too full if I ordered rice! They also had sauvignon blanc, which I asked for a second glass of. And when I'd finished that, service having been so quick, it was half an hour till showtime, and I decided I could leave - seating was unreserved.
Ah yes, seating.. usually, I'd have to pick up my ticket at the box office, but today it was emailed to me by the official vendors, Tickettailor. And wow, did I get a surprise.. for a £5 outlay on my part.. I'd got a £67 VIP ticket! Well wow.. I checked, and the cheapest tickets in the venue are £24, which would still have been a great bargain. But £67..! That, in my experience, is a record for a reseller's ticket..
So I was shown straight in, past the box office. The ground floor is just box office, the first floor a bar - the Stalls are on the second floor, which is where I figured the VIP section would be. (There is a lift, BTW.) Happily, there's a bar there too, where they only had one type of white wine, but he let me try it first, and it was decent. I asked, and was told that the VIP section comprised the front four rows. Well and good.. I decided to sit at the end, where I'd have less trouble with my rucksack from work - they have no cloakroom.
The Rat Pack play on screen before the show, muted - a selection of music of that period plays alongside, but not exactly what they are singing on screen. And I don't know whether you can see in the photo, but a couple of butterflies are also projected on screen - in this shot, you can see one on Sammy Davis Jr.'s arm. They pop up as a theme later in the show.
Close to showtime, the stage fills with atmospheric smoke:
You can tell from the presence of two chairs that there's audience participation - rather a lot. One of the first things he asked was who'd seen him perform before - my hand went up, and lo, I was the one he decided to ask when. When I told him it was exactly a week ago, he immediately retorted with "Now, that is a cry for help!". He had trouble remembering where he'd been playing, and when I told him, after a pause, he remembered, and explained to the audience that it's a mixed bill of performers, he was asked to headline for eight minutes, and next he knew he'd been on for 24..
All of this was an intro to him explaining that what I'd seen there would only comprise the very first bit of tonight's show. So, he had three people pick a playing card from a pack - and, while telling them how he was doing it, correctly guessed each of the cards. Now, of course the trick to this lies in carefully watching their facial expressions as he speaks to each individually, looking for cues.. he did say he'd been brought up playing poker. Jeez, I'd be so easy to read, I always find it hard to keep a straight face.. but even if that's as much magic as is involved in this - wow, he's quick. Seconds, as he focuses first on the suit, then on the value..
Then he had us all close our eyes and do - what I would call a kind of test of susceptibility to hypnotism. It's really effective, mind - hold both arms in front of you, and whichever hand you favour, have that hand facing down, the other facing palm up. Then imagine that the upward-facing hand is holding a book that's getting ever heavier, and the downward-facing one is being lifted upwards by a balloon tied to the wrist.. try that for a few seconds and see where your arms get to!
Well now, I was never susceptible - others have tried and failed to get me to react. Indeed, he remarked that I'd have to work on my imaginative skills! He picked two who'd had the strongest reaction, then whittled it down to one of them with a stronger test - the guy picked turned out to be sat right in front of me, and was Irish, as it happens. But while he still had them both on stage, he performed the most incredible.. trick? Feat? Not sure what to call it when you pick people from the audience and get them to read the minds of other audience members.. and they did it several times. I'm not sure what I was watching - but if they were all acting (including the people whose minds they were reading), they were damn good actors..
The Irish guy was on stage a lot.. he had this card trick done to him too..
To finish, he performed two of the same tricks he did on Britain's Got Talent.. I knew the trick where the ring ends up on the stem of a wine glass was coming, I was as close as I was ever going to be to it.. and I still can't really figure it out. As to the one where he got the Irish guy to choose a number and a colour, and we had got numbered envelopes with glowsticks inside.. and yes, the one with that number also had that colour glowstick, and was the only one.. not only that, but he also got the guy to choose the person.. and funnily enough, he nearly changed his mind about the number and chose 36, but wasn't let. Which was actually my number - and I was sitting behind him. Hey, maybe thought transference..?
Gotta be magic. See for yourself - he's there until the 28th, then heading to Edinburgh from the 8th to the 29th of August. Truly amazing.. and a helluva showman to boot.



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