Indulgence with Lucy Darling – Chicago Magic Lounge – December 4, 2019

Arthur C, Clarke’s Third Law states that “any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” Carisa Hendrix, aka Lucy Darling, proves that the technology doesn’t have to be that advanced to seem like magic, which is defined as “the power of apparently influencing the course of events by using mysterious or supernatural forces.”

But, more importantly, she proves that what often separates the headliners from the run-of-the mill magicians is their patter and persona, especially when they purport to do comedy magic, as she does. Lucy’s talented, smart and funny. How often do you go to a magic show that includes a Chekov allusion about an illusion?

This was my second trip to the Chicago Magic Lounge, but first time at the main stage. It’s a beautiful room, and, if I may divert (and isn’t magic all about diverting your attention), the sliced potato pancakes were pretty darn good.

On the other hand, though Lucy is a cut above, her tricks are pretty standard fair. She does multiplying bottles, the linking finger ring, the any drink called for trick and one where she makes a book chosen by an audience member appear in a shopping bag. That last one didn’t fool Penn and Teller on their tv show, where, interestingly, the audience member chose the same book that was chosen at the Magic Lounge show. What would Arthur C. Clarke say about that?

I don’t know what P&T know, but it seems to me that Lucy could just hide a portable 3-D printer in the shopping bag, allowing her to produce an exact replica of the book in a matter of seconds during her stage patter. Or maybe she has an easier way.

Before she developed her current character, Carisa became a Guinness World Record Holder after holding a flaming torch in her mouth for just over two minutes. No torch this time, but the act is still hot.

Chicago Magic Lounge – Al James – August 22, 2018

Going to see a magician perform is sort of like going to the polls on election day. Both involve misdirection, but politicians don’t put out a tip jar. They get your money by other means.

The Chicago Magic Lounge, which opened about six months ago, is in a converted 1940s-era, commercial laundry building. The first trick you encounter is the lack of an obvious interior door once you’ve entered from the street. A guy who walked in the same time I did wanted to call for help, but I convinced him to let me figure it out, which wasn’t that tough, because, after all, they want your business.

I just came to sit at the bar and see some close up card tricks, remembering the days when we used to go to Schulien’s for the magician who would go from table to table performing tricks. I’ll go back to the Lounge another time for one of the shows.

Al James, who was working the bar area, promotes himself as the World’s Second Greatest Magician. When asked who’s first, he replies that he says second to avoid arguments.

Before James started his act, I mentioned that I had come from the golf course. That was a mistake, as he decided to tell me, in his deadpan style, a golf joke I’d heard many times before. I restrained myself, however, not wanting to be rude by interrupting him, and so suffered through the joke. Then I told him one he didn’t know, and that made the bartender laugh. Al should stick to magic.

On the other hand, though his tricks seemed routine, Al’s sleight of hand was pretty good, at least by my standards, though I suspect Penn and Teller would not be fooled. Then the bartender tried to make my credit card disappear, but I left unscathed.

P.S. As has been requested of me, I have added a contact widget at the bottom of the page by which you can send me messages.  Figuring that out was no small trick.