And just to prove that he hasn’t used sleight of hand or any other funny business, Nu asks his volunteer to inspect the warped spoon.
“Write anything,” he instructs, “anything at all.” The woman draws a peace sign and hands the spoon back to him.Īs Nu holds the spoon in the palm of one hand, swirling the fingers of his free hand around it, the spoon buckles and warps, bending almost in half. He hands her a pen and asks her to write something on the one she has picked. He asks her to pick a spoon, any spoon, from the three he proffers. “You,” he says, addressing a lovely woman in dreadlocks who has raised her hand. On stage, Nu asks for a volunteer right off the bat. He has to be on his game at this blues club on 18th Street NW in the heart of Adams Morgan, a place that prides itself on living up to the epigram printed on the T-shirts sold behind the bar: “Where the Beautiful People Go to Get Ugly.” “Why?” Nu asks the battle-ax up in the mezzanine. Please reload the page and try again.Īs magician Alain Nu steps to the stage in his black suit, his matching bag of tricks in hand, he hears a voice boom from the back of the early-evening crowd here at Madam’s Organ: “Excuse me, do you pull furniture out of your ass?”
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