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Friday, November 30, 2007

Taylor Hicks, Magic and Mind

I have always been fascinated with magic. Taylor Hicks, definitely a person that qualifies as possessing a certain magic, after all, he managed to convince an entire nation of viewers to telephone into the Fox reality show, American Idol and cast more votes than we as a country cast to elect our President. (I have thoughts on that topic, and politics in general, but we'll tab that for another blog.)
Taylor Hicks performing "Wherever I Lay My Hat" video (itily224)


There are so many forms magic can take, be thought of and looked at be it within fictional content, real-world connotations, as well as the type of magic your children might read about in fairy tales. Magic is often used, too, as an euphemism to describe qualities that certain artists deliver to their fans.

Magic can be evidenced in a type of spark that certain really gifted salesmen possess, you know the type, they can sell anyone anything. Smooth and slick and ever convincing. I know there are folks out there that possess a very real knack, a type of Magic in their ability to communicate and transform thoughts into prose, to send messages through media in such a manner as to make projected mental visions into reality. It's a gift.

I took up a story once investigating a man in my area that works at one of those hypnosis centers. I visited a few centers to check out technique to formulate comparisons, to educate myself on how such places operate and what a potential customer would encounter. I met with several professed hypnotists and walked out unimpressed. My last encounter changed my perceptions on this art form and the possibility that some folks actually can work that form of magic.

I filled out paperwork, then was ushered into the guy's office. The office was lined with book shelves about hypnosis, about herbal cures and remedies, some books bordering on occult practices. The 'doctor' came in and introduced himself to me, and we sat with me across the dark wood desk from him, like you'd experience in any situation meeting with a medical doctor.

He was dressed much like myself, black head to toe. I wear black almost constantly, it's one of my idiosyncrasies. I could tell, as he began his spiel, he was checking me out, rather like a salesman might. Dr. 'Hypnosis' was gaging my reactions to his most likely perfunctory speech routinely provided prospects. I respectfully nodded at the appropriate times, but as he was wrapping up the speech, I think he noticed I was not really captured into the moment. Dr.'Hypnosis' paused, placed his hands on his desk, leaned forward ever so slightly and made eye contact with me. That's when I felt something different than I had experienced at any of the other hypnosis places I had previously visited. I felt it. The strangest sensation.

I have this 'thing' I do when I meet someone, I like to make eye contact. You can tell a great deal about an individual with just that, the moment you watch their pupils, check out their irises and the movement within that happens when they look into your eyes. It's revealing. Looking into Dr. H's dark eyes, I had the sensation of velvet, a spherical image, a mental image of a cool, hard, shiny surface, colored in blacks, blues and purples. An incredible sensation bordering on euphoria hit me, touched with excitement, with an entire wellness vibe like I had just been out for a long run on a cool and crisp day.

It happened only over a matter of seconds, and then we broke eye contact; the sensation persisted. The feeling remained strong with me for about three days - even now when I think of that moment I remember the sensation. I came away from this experience with a different conception and view of hypnotists in general, an innate feeling that there is magic in that format, it can be real and palpable.

Musicians are in a way like salespeople, and I've read comparisons to fans saying they felt "hypnotized" by an artist. Musicians have to work at selling themselves, their craft and their chosen form of communication to be heard, to achieve success. Taylor Hicks was a brilliant contestant on American Idol due to his ability to tap that gift, give up himself through his music and enter the audiences' minds, bestowing that glowing general feeling of contentment, excitement, goodwill. I have read countless reports from Taylor Hicks concert attendees that say the same things, effuse how wonderful they feel after seeing Taylor live. Taylor Hicks even admits his style of communication musically is not on pressed plastic, he loves to perform live.

Working the Voodoo: GODSMACK "Voodoo" (video by Moss8484)


An entertaining form of magic:
Mirror Magic: (video by kuhris)

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Idol Blues Sailing the Ship of Fools

Ship of Fools
New tides surprise - my world it's changing
Within this frame an ocean swells - behind this smile I know it well


Crazy on a ship of fools
Liar's Dance
Far four winds blow
There's trouble and it won't go
I'd really like to help you but you know
Truth twist - liars dance
Money, money - greed, chance
Let's take a little more before we go
Cause we won't be back again

Let's take a little more before we go
Cause we won't be back again.

No we won't be back again


Great tunes.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Denial, Crossfire and is Taylor Going to Japan?

Taylor Hicks news not easy to come by these days so it's been left up to the fans to ferret out any and everything pertaining to the man: Truth or Fiction.

I'm just going to kick back and remember when I first heard "Wall of Denial".

and this tune appropriate
"Crossfire" (caught in)

Talking with on-line friends last night in a private chat, there was mention that Taylor Hicks may be headed for Japan.
Tom Waits, "Big in Japan"

Some images in this freaky video strangely tie into recent metaphoric expositions penned in the Hicks' anomalous fan world. Fitting bit of irreverence for the random times at hand.
Girls just gotta have fun.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Taylor Hicks, The Truth, The Lies, The Insanity - Oh And the Taking IT All Too Seriously

The Taylor Hicks's Chicks, Chill and her five, sometimes six posters with the Caroline Lyders' Fan Club including the insane straight jacket "I wanna be MFOYA" individual, make this just way too easy.

Taylor Hicks, man God love him, I am sure never foresaw anything of this magnitude coming down the road back in New Orleans. Once again it seems the gals were clucking away today on the Caroline Lyder's Fan Club about the on-line presence known as MFOYA, and of course my name got brought up. Man, like grain tossed in a hen pen.
MFOYA and myself (I'm Scully):

Now play this as you read:

As I finished reading through the recent postings at the Caroline Lyder's Fan Club, and am laughing so hard it's hard to type, I marvel at the tenacity of the fiery regulars that post there. They are certainly a busy and curious group: the post I have just read is titled Suspension of Disbelief" and utilizes one of my favorite (gosh, how sweet, how did they know?) television shows of all time --- "The X-Files". Man that was a great show. Too bad the Taylor Hicks Chicks had to go ruin the moment with highjacking Mulder to attempt to make a point.

I am now being labeled as MFOYA's BFF or 'moll'. Sweet, I'm someone's BFF. Seen that acronym, never used it. Too, I'm a "mobster" for goofing on the really ridiculous nature of this situation with the inbred mentality tallying up at the CL Fan Club. Man, much of what I write is completely with laughter coming forth, I'm a giant goofus, and the last to take much of this very seriously; including kicking anyone's ass - regarding Taylor Hicks and this Caroline Lyders situation, but sadly this site takes takes every printed word with utmost seriousness regarding intent.

Now, as I stop chuckling for a moment; the laughter not detracting from my love and adoration for MFOYA because I'll be MFOYA's Scully BFF and moll any day rather than one of the pecking chickies at CL Fan Club. It is amusing that this MFOYA is so completely consuming and ultimately fascinating to the loyal few hanging with the Chill-ster.

True, I have allowed myself to be a target by my supporting MFOYA, not because I completely agree on all points, rather I admire MFOYA's complete balls out bravery in the face of the scrutiny challenging their assertions regarding this apparently ultimately fascinating and the most serious of issues and topics in the world of Taylor Hicks. Too, perhaps it's envy on the Chickies part, perhaps its a chemical imbalance shared among the five of them - I have no idea, I just keep scattering the grain. Here chickies, chickies, chickies... Man I love to feed the chickies.

I guess Tony Soprano bettah move ovah.


Taylor - man, I have no words, I am just laughing. At least they are talking about you, man.

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