"Tulsa's Last Magician" Live in Elora, ON

On a good night, you can find me on the fringes of a long tour getting rowdy with other performers. Especially, when I can find em, clowns. Those are folks who know how to party. And puppeteers. But one night, I got swarmed by magicians in Orlando. I was three-sheets to the wind, and they were traveling from table to table, descending on anyone fool enough to stay put. One trick led to another, and I never once knew what was going on. After my stupidity exhausted them, they sat down and talked to each other about their mentors and long lost pals. Each of them had another weirdo from a midwestern city they called “the greatest.” I figure there just isn’t enough weirdness in the world, and that the greats are always leaving us. Here’s one for them.