A friend of mine has a story about John and Yoko. He was collecting signatures to petition for refusniks to leave the Soviet Union, at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel in Montreal. John & Yoko were having their bed-in to protest the war, and receiving visitors, of course. My friend got their signatures, duly turned in his packet, and later thought, "I could have kept those autographs!"
That said … In NYC the magic is everywhere. Working in the “theatre”, I rubbed elbows with everyone from Harry Belefonte to Orson Welles. I built sets for John Houseman and Martha Graham. I stage managed for Mike Nichols.
BUT the chance encounters
Doing laundry with Guilda Radner
Getting a haircut with Grace Slick
Once I found myself face to face with the Man From Uncle in his own apt ( long story)
This is fantastic. I’m sure I can think of more if I give it a try. Here’s a story I will put in an essay sometime. I once played in an orchestra performing “Peter and the Wolf.” The narrator was a sweet, adorable woman who was a “Sesame Street” performer. After many, many run-throughs, she gets to the part where the duck could be heard quacking inside the wolf’s stomach. In this run-through, everyone was getting punch-drunk, and she said, “But in this version of the story, there’s no quacking heard from inside the wolf, because the duck had died a horrible, awful, painful death, completely dissolved by the wolf’s stomach juices.” Everyone sat utterly stunned and then collapsed in laughter. Anytime I saw her on Sesame Street after that, I could think of nothing else.
Celebrities instinctively don’t like me yet love my wife. Talking to y’all
Ving Rhames and Hugh Laurie 😡
A friend of mine has a story about John and Yoko. He was collecting signatures to petition for refusniks to leave the Soviet Union, at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel in Montreal. John & Yoko were having their bed-in to protest the war, and receiving visitors, of course. My friend got their signatures, duly turned in his packet, and later thought, "I could have kept those autographs!"
Never underestimate synchronicity
That said … In NYC the magic is everywhere. Working in the “theatre”, I rubbed elbows with everyone from Harry Belefonte to Orson Welles. I built sets for John Houseman and Martha Graham. I stage managed for Mike Nichols.
BUT the chance encounters
Doing laundry with Guilda Radner
Getting a haircut with Grace Slick
Once I found myself face to face with the Man From Uncle in his own apt ( long story)
These were by far the most memorable
This is fantastic. I’m sure I can think of more if I give it a try. Here’s a story I will put in an essay sometime. I once played in an orchestra performing “Peter and the Wolf.” The narrator was a sweet, adorable woman who was a “Sesame Street” performer. After many, many run-throughs, she gets to the part where the duck could be heard quacking inside the wolf’s stomach. In this run-through, everyone was getting punch-drunk, and she said, “But in this version of the story, there’s no quacking heard from inside the wolf, because the duck had died a horrible, awful, painful death, completely dissolved by the wolf’s stomach juices.” Everyone sat utterly stunned and then collapsed in laughter. Anytime I saw her on Sesame Street after that, I could think of nothing else.