i write for inner peace.
The House of Flying Cards is not filled with big names, lecture landmarks, or best-sellers. These guys are rebelers: no props, blank stage. They're friend lists are the likes on their fan page. There are no new effects coming to DVD from the crew anytime soon: material they create stays hidden in their rooms. How many lectures have they done? One, or two. For free. Have they tagged up the airwaves? Not really, but a few times they got on Spanish TV. They gig at festivals and side-streets, where street lamps are the spotlight; in bars and bar mitzvahs, where people may be not nice. The pay? Sometimes, not right. So conventions they crash without paying any cash- nothing in their hands. If the crew's presence is flashed, they'll get kicked out the jam. Some get evicted from their land. No, these guys are not the movers and shakers of the magic community; not the big-wiggers or aristocratic giggers; not the FISM winners or fan-boy beginners. They are none of these. But I'll tell you they are real. And believe me when I say I learned more from them than from every DVD on the market; from every Theory 11 or Ellusionist featured artist. My magic grew up in that House: free, and guarded from the fame. If magic is from the soul, I'd take big souls over big names.
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