Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Magic Carpet, R.I.P.


I just learned via BoingBoing that beloved Tucson institution Magic Carpet Golf closed for good recently. I'm in Philly right now, but I lived in Tucson for ten years, and never failed to appreciate Magic Carpet's funny/scary magnificence while driving by. Even in the nineties it was a thing of beauty that was nonetheless cracking up and falling apart, like Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Named Desire.
I guess this is the problem with a lot of beloved institutions: in my ten years in Tucson, I think I only played golf there twice. Like the ice cream truck or reruns of Are You Being Served?, I always expected it to be there even if I never wanted to partake.
There's a beautiful flickr set here, taken after it closed.

5 comments:

kim said...

sad but true. i live directly behind it and can't imagine a world where i won't see a giant easter island head staring at me.

Dan Santat said...

This place is so awesome. There's stuff like this all over southern California and they're slowly all dying out unfortunately

Maxwell Eaton III said...

definitely a classic.

Jennifer Kearney said...

So sad to see it go. Tucson will never be the same. btw... happy b-day! :)

Calamity Jon said...

I'm sadly horrified at the passing of Magic Carpet, as its increasing dilapidation only seemed to improve its glamor. I moved out of Tucson a few months after it passed beyond the veil, so I never got to give it one last, sad, desperate round into the Haunted Mine or whatever that damp-smelling, rat-infested papier-mache cave was supposed to be ...