Holiday Season Past, A Look Back with Boston Magician Joe Ferranti
Another Holiday season has come and gone. What a pleasure to perform when people are so upbeat. You’re almost a winner before you make your approach. One unforgettable Holiday Party occurred on 12-14-12. The event was being held in Wellesley, Mass. The neighborhood was a street with nothing but mansions.
As always, I warm up the entire day. Perhaps someday this ritual won’t be necessary. Occasionally, I introduce a new effect. I only try one on any night of performing as I want to pay attention to how my audience reacts to this single piece. I practiced the entire day. This stuff doesn’t happen by magic, it just looks that way.
News of the day.
Around 4:00 P.M. I was going to relax, shower, dress, etc. before I packed up for the gig. I put the TV on for the first time in the day. Something terrible had happened. Twenty-Six people were gunned down in Newtown, Connecticut. Twenty were Children. It takes a lot to rattle my cage. I’ve seen a lot. The Kennedy assassination, 9/11. Something was different here. I can’t explain it. I didn’t feel well, that sunken feeling in your stomach. Not sick, I guess I’m a little tired of the bad things in the world. I’m a parent. Do I connect to these events differently than those who aren’t? I suppose not.
I was glad I hadn’t watched TV that day. By the time I heard the news, it was time to get ready and go. Which is exactly what I did. Getting in my car, setting my GPS and heading off to my destination to perform my brand of magic with the upper class.
Heading to my gig.
I had a job to do and people would be there to celebrate, socialize, whatever it is we do when we go to a party. Would the news come up in any conversations? Nobody mentioned a word. What would one say?.
The night went like any other magic performance. Laughter, applause, a typical magic evening. As usual, the lay people had never seen a magician before. They really don’t know what to expect.
I finished the night and went home. Feeling good about the performance. Then my thoughts went back to the events of the day. We all had a good time for a while. Not because of me or my performance… I didn’t take them away from their problems for a while. We really can’t do that. Perhaps we had a good time because that was our mission for the night. I’m sure as everyone left the party, by the time they started their engines, their minds went back as mine had. Thinking of those innocent children and hero teachers. The parents who will carry broken hearts until they leave this world.