Hannibal is Creating Stories from the Road
Hello, friends and loyal readers!
Here’s what’s going on in the Hannibal world: a more intense focus on work and art, eschewing a social life for awhile, so that I can get my business and creativity back up to acceptable levels. My heart is for the performance and in helping other artists get their road underway. I cannot accomplish the second until the first is taken care of. (Secure your own mask before assisting others with theirs)
The past two years have taken a toll on me emotionally and financially, but, thanks to love and time, I am recovering and getting myself and my art back together. To these ends, I have launched a Patreon account. Rather than just crowd-sourcing or funding, Patreon allows artists and fans to connect on a more personal level. Supporters become investors in the very personal work of the artist in affordable amounts. There are two main reasons i launched:
- Divorce. Lawyer fees, alimony, and a thousand other little things that added up to a money pit. I am doing fine in my business (and improving all the time) but the added expenses have crippled me. Put plainly, I need help in recovering from this disaster.
- Expanding the art. I am working on writing projects, podcasts, and videos to both entertain my audience and to encourage other artists. There will be programs on finding success in the entertainment industry, stories from nearly three decades of life in showbiz, and learning to love yourself enough to truly love others. Finding small joys to enrich your life. I’m not going to the Tony Robbins level of rah-rah, but I do have some experience that will be valuable.
The investors in my Patreon account (or Patrons) will give me the opportunity to fill the debt, have time to write and record, and take my show to more public venues. In return, my investors will get early access to media and projects, and exclusive rewards for your support. I’ve set goals on the account itself (when I reach 50 Patrons, everyone gets an e-book sample of my upcoming book “Across the Table”) and these will continue as we move forward.
Your investment? You can pledge as little as one US dollar a month, and that will let me know that you are there rooting for me. I’m asking for a minimum of five dollars per month, as this will help me with the goal of whittling down the debt, producing a podcast and public shows, and getting published by the end of 2017. There are substantial rewards for deeper investment, and those are all explained on the account.
The account may be located at patreon.com/MagicArtist
Thank you for reading this far, and thank you for your consistent support and love.
In my Magic life …
I have four amazing children. Amazing. Clever, loving, beautiful kids. Well, no longer ‘children’, I suppose. My eldest turns 27 this week. Wow.
Anyway, they were raised in the midst of love and art and encouraging affection. Often one of them will say or do something that reaffirms to me that .. we did okay.
My son (the youngest at 19) recently posted the below. All I have to add is: THAT. IS. MY. SON.
Braiden, I couldn’t be more proud of you.
“So I found this little jem earlier while I was surfing the Internet. So that’s me when I did the rocky horror picture. When I did this show I had a real job. And progressively every day I’d come into work with makeup still on my face, or glitter everywhere, and at one point lipstick marks on my cheek. They always kept asking “what is that?” Or “how hard was the party last night?” You know it’s not easy to try and do what you love while working with normal people. I cannot tell you how many times I just wanted to sell my guitars and say fuck it I’m done. But some people don’t take the time to think what this world would be like without art, or crazy people like me. You’d wake up everyday and work 9 to 5 go home and have any color in your day. But if at that 9 to 5 there’s a guy like me you’ll laugh, you’ll cry, but everyday won’t be so mind numbingly boring you won’t have dreams every night about blowing your brains out. It takes even the most talented artist to put on a smile and tell himself he is gonna have a good day. The least you could do is help him have a good day by letting him know the picture he paints is worth a thousand words, or the stories he tells are worth a thousand pictures. Why not start creating a life of art rather than looking down at entertainers for being artistic.”
This is for my artistic friends in the Charlotte, NC area: My dancers, poets, musicians, jugglers, strippers … what ever you are. If you do something purely out of passion, whether you consider it ‘art’ or a ‘career’ or what have you: I want to hear from you.
I’m putting together a very different kind of variety show. I want to incorporate talent and passion. So …
Send an email to MagicArtist42@gmail.com and tell me what it is you do and then tell me WHY you do it. The why can be as brief or as long as you wish to make it, but let me feel your passion, your intensity. Your honesty.
This request is not just for performance artists … there are possibilities for painters, chalk artists … knitters …
I want to hear your passion and I want it to be sincere. Can’t wait to hear from you.
Hello friends and fans and people I’ve never met who read my words. (Wow … what a concept.) I’ve got a favor to ask.
My daughter Grace is getting married this coming Sunday. The wedding is small and they will be surrounded by love and celebration. Thing is … I’m coming up a wee bit short in paying for it all.
Weddings, even small ones, tend to get expensive pretty quickly. I’ve been working (and work is grand!), but the summer turned up slower than anticipated and some friends needed some help and … well, I’m coming up short. Not by a lot! Just a wee bit.
I’m a believer in letting the Universe know your need and allowing people to help you. I preach it, now I’m going to practice it: I need your help.
I have Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday night available if you have an event and would like a Hannibal show. How about 25% off my usual rate? Book a future date and get your deposit in by Friday and receive 10% off. (Such a deal!)
I have my ‘Magicians Only’ DVD “The Truth from a Liar” available directly from me for $40. If you’ve been waiting to pick this up, this week would be an excellent time to order it direct from the artist. I’ll autograph it with a special thank you and include some surprises in the package.
The “LIAR!” show itself is available on DVD for just $30. Ditto the autograph and special goodies.
T-Shirts! I have a good supply of T-shirts in S-XL. Show your love for all things Hannibal to the world. $20 pp.
The lecture I did for Murphy’s Magic will soon be available on DVD … more than three hours of Hannibal magic, philosophy and magic theory. Pre-order directly from me and I’ll ship it out the day I get them (projected mid-October) $30pp.
All of these may be ordered online at The Magic Artist Store, or by contacting me directly at email@example.com.
If you simply feel like donating to the cause. my PayPal is Chris@hegmagic.com
Thank you, my friends.
Life is Magic … I hope that there’s love where you are.
Man, the older my eyes get the more they see it.
I see beauty everywhere I look. I see Angels in concrete. Dancers in Dirt.
I see beauty in every person. Many make me struggle to see it, but I know it’s there, so I strive to not give up until I recognize it.
I see beauty in my work. I see my work transformed into art and even Art, because I lace it with the beauty I see around me.
I see beauty in you. Yes, you. In your kindness, in your selfishness. In your anger.
I see beauty, or maybe beauty seeks me out.
I see it everywhere except
The opening scene of “LIAR!”
There was once a street magician …
Warning: I’m not kidding. This dream shook me very badly. Still trying to decipher a meaning, and the description may be graphically violent. Typing this up while the images are fresh. You may want to wait for a funnier story.
I’m in a barn with my Father (who has been gone from my life for quite some time). He’s teaching me … mechanical things and ‘mancraft’. things like swinging a scythe, hammering a spike with a sledgehammer. There’s a snow-white long haired dog, like a big Samoyed, running in and out of the barn, frolicking. Across the road from the barn are my current next door neighbors, trimming some bushes with long knives and spears.
The dog comes running into the barn with a small head wound, and her blood is deep purple. My Father curses the neighbors and heals the dog’s head. We go back to working and talking about my children.
The dog comes bounding back in with a larger wound in her head – this time with a large pair of pruning shears sticking out. My Father removes the shears, heals the dog and taks the shears back across the street to the neighbors. He asks them to knock it off. We go back to eating lunch and he begins to sharpen an axe, then practices splitting wood.
My dog comes in again, and this time her head is practically cloven through. My Father sighs regretfully and says he can no longer help her, but he can put her out of her misery. He asks me to comfort her and turn her head away so he can use the axe.
I cradle her face in my hands as Dad rares back and … I wake up.
What’s the price of glory?
My grandparents had a huge eighteen inch screen television. If I was lucky I would get to go to their house some days after school. There were always push-ups or moon-pies … If I was REALLY lucky, something amazing would be on television. Elvis, or maybe the Rolling Stones. I would have to watch with the volume low, as my Gran didn’t understand the shenanigans of Mr. Jagger. I loved the Monkees, and I remember seeing the Beatles a couple of times … they all did such fantastic things. Not just in their music, but in their lives … I would sit there, transfixed, just thinking: “Can you imagine living like that? That’s just the best thing ever. They make this music and all of those people are just in LOVE with them and they follow them everywhere … can you just imagine having that?”
The entertainment business sucks people in and molests their minds. It builds them up into something awful. I don’t care how strong you are, no one can withstand what that deal can do to you. When it spits you out again, it’s much harder to deal with where you end up. Metaphorically: There’s a place they take you, a cave. In this cave there’s a box. In the box are the treasures of the earth … you are allowed to look at it, and then the box is closed and taken away, and you are much worse off than if you had never seen it at all.
I’ve been to the cave and I’ve been allowed to look in the box. It changed me. It almost destroyed the true treasures I hold. I spent a long time trying to find the cave again, but lately I’m thinking it’s better to just walk my road and enjoy the beauty of what I can see right here, right now.
I still lust for the box, though …