I didn’t drive into DC each and every day since I last wrote of my plans to undertake street performing; but I did go in a few more times. I figured out that the National Mall is a terrible place to do magic, because nobody expects to see you there. When people make public statements in the Monumental Core of the District of Columbia, they are generally aggrieved about some political question. That’s the kind of soapbox speaker you expect to see there–not a street magician.
I tried to move into the downtown area of the city one day, and set up my rig in a nice, shady spot at Freedom Plaza (13th Street and Pennsylvania Avenue), but didn’t really get anything going there.
After about a week off or so, I got a call from my magician friend Brian. He was calling about a restaurant gig. When I asked him what he had been up to, he said he’d been working on the street. Wow! I told him that was exactly what I’d been working on. Brian told that he usually works at the waterfront in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia, where there are a lot of buskers of several types. He mentioned two other names, magician acquaintances of mine, who also worked there. Brian said that since he would be out of town for awhile, I ought to feel free to come on down.
(Brian also mentioned that the great Bob Sheets, the dean of bar magicians and a real star in the Washington area magic scene, is also working on the street. This tells me two things: everybody seems to be doing it; and I may not be magically worthy to continue. But anyway…)
This past Saturday I got my stuff together and drove down to Alexandria, where I set up at about noon. It was a hotter day than I expected. I worked for a couple hours, but it was such a hot day that I couldn’t keep a crowd. As I was leaving to go to the car, a balloon twister told me I was there too early; that I should try again at the dinner hour.
Well, I didn’t go back during the Saturday dinner hour, but I did go to the wharf yesterday, Monday evening, and worked from about 7:00 until 8:00 PM.
Miraculously, it worked.
The weather was pleasant, there was a steady stream of foot traffic (not a lot, but enough), and I tried a new bally (the kind of “step-right-up” speech carnival barkers use) to gather a crowd. Within the hour I worked, I performed a three-routine show four times.
I made $17 in the hat. That’s not great money, but that was on a Monday night in mid-August. Moreover, I drew and held rather small crowds. Here’s the wonderful part: when I did my “hat speech,” asking for money, just about all the adults went for their wallets. That is, my percentage of positive response to the hat speech was very high.
I have much to learn still, but I now know I can do this. I’m ready to get back on that horse and ride some more!

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