I Am Fortunate To Have

I Got To Watch Frank Capra, In His Eighties, In Action. You Read All The Stories About Frank Capra Fighting With The Head Of Columbia, Harry Cohn, "it's My Way Or The Highway." I Got To Watch That. He Lambasted Me, "you Cannot Do This. You Will Fail." Finally, After Another Hour Of Conversation, I Convinced Him To Help Me Write The Speech.

I Had A Point Of View, Which Was Different. I Looked At Magic As Theater, As Storytelling, And I Tried To Have An Approach That Was Different From What They Were Doing. "how Can I Move People And Really Get Them To Dream With A Card Trick, With Coin Magic, Or Even A Piece Of Stage Magic?"

As I Did More Of That, I Realized, "well, Maybe I Should Do More Magic."

I Started As A Ventriloquist, A Very Bad Ventriloquist. And People Saw My Lips Moving And It Was Ridiculous, So Finally I Decided I'd Better Change My Occupation.

There Was Another Guy Suggested. He Was A Tall And Dark-haired And Jewy, And I Said, "no, He's Too Close To Me." It Ended Up Being Jerry Seinfeld.