the magician part three….Happy Birthday Wizard


My romance with the magician started out innocently.

I was a young and naive 18-year-old girl.  It was an innocent summer of hanging out together –learning about magic and “real” magic.  He was always taking about real magic and being a real wizard.  He talked about karma and reincarnation and other words that were foreign to me and were not in my vernacular.  My background was the dogma and rituals of the Catholic Church.  He was talking metaphysics and spirituality.  He was opening the gateway for what would become a lifetime of learning.  He showed me an alternate universe and world that went beyond the parameters of traditional religiosity.  He gave me the book, Illusions, by Richard Bach, ( www.richardbach.com ) which would forever change my perspective.

The other thing that changed was that I went from being a girl to being a woman.

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Back to the beginning: Summer of 1980…..


 

The summer of 1980 was spent rehearsing for my first legitimate (meaning paid) acting job. I was cast in the play, “Contijo, Pan y Cebolla” by Cuban playwright Hector Quintero at the Bi-lingual Foundation of the Arts. It was also the summer I was learning how to juggle and I was also introduced to the world of magic and metaphysics.

I was an actor and I was learning and honing my craft.  I was also only 18, a virgin and still very naive about life and the world.   I didn’t even know how to drive a car. All that would change before the year was out.

I would take the bus to rehearsals, to juggling lessons, to the Hollywood Magic Store and to Westwood where I would hang out with the street performers.  If I was paying attention I wouldn’t miss the last bus..but if I was having fun I would often miss the last number 12 bus which would take me right around the corner from where I lived and then would have to catch the number 7 bus which would leave me like 8 blocks from where I lived.  Sometimes, I could call one of my uncles that lived next door to us and they might come and pick me up but I do remember having to walk the eight blocks home alone in the middle of the night.  Something that at my age now I would never do but when you are 18 years old it’s as if you are invincible.  That combined with the fact that the part of the brain which can calculate consequences has not fully formed yet in the teenager often makes for some pretty poor choices.

But anything was better that being at home cooped up with a mother who was taking Valium because she wasn’t handling life after divorce well.

The theatre and my performer friends were my escape from the emotionally abusive childhood that I had.

I would rehearse the play weeknights and often Andy Garcia, the Andy Garcia would drop me off in Hollywood at JSB’s apartment…….days were spent with JSB in Hollywood…Saturday nights I spent in Westwood Village…..

It was the beginning of my dreams of life as an artist………to be continued….

….back to the beginning….part 3


To recap, I decided that I wanted to learn how to juggle and dressed in a clown costume and make-up I approached one of the street performers in Westwood Village and asked him if he would teach me how to juggle.

He said yes and we exchanged phone numbers.

To continue reading go to, The Illusionist by Ivonne Montijo on amazon.com

 

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…..back to the beginning ……part 2


Westwood Village in early 1980’s was a veritable  play ground.  Back in those days couples would be out walking about the Village hand in hand–oh so romantic. There was so much to see and do  It seemed to offer everything: restaurants, boutiques, quaint Old World architecture, an upscale crowd, a party atmosphere after dark,  movie theatres and dance clubs where you could disco the night away, even if I was a bit underage at the time.  It was a time when a young girl could walk about the village by herself and be safe.

But for me the real draw to the Village were street performers all over the village, mimes, jugglers, magicians variety acts.  You could find them all over the village but the prime location was the triangular corner in front of the then Glendale Bank building on the corner of  Broxton & Kinross–I think there is a restaurant there now.

It was the spot for street performers.  Of course the Hare Krishna in their saffron-colored robes would often get there early for dancing and chanting but right after is when the juggling started.

For a young virgin just out of an all girls high school it was the “carnival” come to town but every weekend.  And I was there.  I would catch the number 12 bus on Saturday nights and I was meeting new friends and hanging out.

So, of course when I decided that I wanted to learn how to juggle I knew I would ask the juggler I had seen performing in Westwood.  These guys were amazing…they would juggle balls, clubs, torches, knives.  To my young and naive eyes it was all amazing and astounding.  I was discovering a world of performance beyond the walls of my dysfunctional home life.  It was my escape into fairytale world of my own creation.

So there we were a group of us in clown costumes and make-up walking over from U.C.L.A. campus to promote Mardi Gras and of course my side objective was to head over to the juggler.

So, off I went through the village passing out flyers and having a grand time…and then the jugglers had a break in their performance.  Now was my chance……I walked over and introduced myself.  I told him I wanted to learn how to juggle and would he teach me?

He said yes and we exchanged phone numbers……..to be continued……

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