Archive for the ‘Tragedy’ Category
Tuesday, May 6th, 2008
When Walter visited us at the commune, he didn't talk philosophy. He made a big production out of fishing and communing with nature.
In fairness, he was communicating with nature, but it was more with all things mysterious.
Walter was a curious soul. He was tall and squinted at the world ...
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Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008
When you're twenty years old you don't call them 'cocktail' parties.
Sandy was a gracious host and had a kind word for every guest.
I asked him about the ceramic plates on the mantel-- he told me Cocteau made them.
He laughed when I said that everybody in Paris knew the Stones ripped ...
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Sunday, December 30th, 2007
He was on the outs with Jesus, but he felt close to David Bowie, even if it was only in his mind.
After all, he was the man who fell to earth-- they had a lot in common.
He always knew the government was keeping tabs on him, too.
They couldn't hold him ...
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Sunday, October 28th, 2007
I got a story for ya.
This guy I know, Ray, grew up in Huntington Beach.
It was the late '60s.
He was about fifteen, and one day he was riding his bike down Main Street (it was still a small town then).
Some burly asshole in a panel truck sideswiped Ray and knocked ...
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Monday, October 22nd, 2007
The night we climbed the water tower was perfect-- you can imagine the conversation on the way up:
It was all give the other guy hell.
Of course the real magic didn't happen till we got to the top.
Every word was madness in the cool night air.
It was funny and serious at ...
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Saturday, October 13th, 2007
When I was 23, I worshiped my roommate.
He was my age, and darkly handsome with a surfer's body-- all the girls thought he was some kind of sex god.
He knew damn well I thought he was hot, too.
He used to pull out his Penthouses, stand real close to me, and ...
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Wednesday, September 12th, 2007
"To me, acting is the most logical way for people's neuroses to manifest themselves, in the great need we have to express ourselves."-- James Dean
In acting, I've always aimed for unvarnished individuality.
You have to face the violence and the hunger within.
Sometimes I turn the internal critic off, and just say ...
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