Okay. I’ll cut it out now. But on a serious note: thank you for reading along and putting up with all my self-referential hooey. Merci beaucoup, from the bottom of my heart.
Tales from Tinseltown…recording them now…I'll let you know when it's story time.
Okay. I’ll cut it out now. But on a serious note: thank you for reading along and putting up with all my self-referential hooey. Merci beaucoup, from the bottom of my heart.
The editor has done all his work… And I have integrated his suggestions into the text… With a minimum of bickering, a lot of laughing, and some intellectual stretching. Monday on I read the manuscript out loud—it’s the only way—you have to HEAR during that last bit of the process…
Here’s the historical context. That’s David Bowie, during a decade he reports to have forgotten, nabbed in Upstate New York on a coke charge. Talk about aplomb. He looks impossibly elegant under obviously trying circumstances. Contrast that with any mug shot you’ve seen recently of errant celebrities and then just…