I was on the way home from watching Spring Awakening during my freshman year at New York University. I was waiting for the N Train. At the time, a lot of construction was being done, and trains were constantly full and consistently few and far between (not that it's so different now).
When the train finally made its appearance, it was unexpectedly pretty empty. My friends and I waltzed into the … Read more »
At Night of 100 Stars back in the 1980s, the star who most impressed me was a shy fellow in tuxedo and brown tweed hat, standing on the sidelines.
I had already shaken hands with Milton Berle, George Burns, Alexis Smith, and a long line of other celebrities. Wearing a tux myself, I suppose they had no idea who I was: a film producer, a bit player, a musician, another … Read more »
When I caught wind that my husband's and my favorite live band--three-time Grammy Award-winning Ozomatli coming near our expat home of Buenos Aires, Argentina, we were beyond excited. We rushed to buy tickets and eagerly waited for the day of the concert to come.
When the golden moment finally arrived, we settled into our randomly chosen hotel, the smiles glued to our faces. Wanting to shake a bit of the … Read more »
This was the last chance. The Mana tour was ending today. Tonight.
The Grog Shop. Small, dark, loud. The body heat from countless people pressing against me. Their egos seemed to be on another plane than mine. Long legs bound to stretch further. All standing still as I couldn't help myself. The music made me move.
Oily strands bobbing up and down. My own wind in my hair. Like a car … Read more »
My dad just told me this story while I visited with him on Thanksgiving: In 1966, when I was three years old, we lived in Aspen, Colorado. My parents took me to see an ice-skating demonstration, starring Peggy Fleming. We got there early, so we were right up front.
At some point, she stopped by my parents to talk and said, "What a cute little girl!" She asked if I liked … Read more »
I was staying at a hotel in Miami while attending a conference. As I left my room, a man stepped off the elevator. He was smoking a cigarette, so I smiled at him. (My family were tobacco growers for many years.)
After putting out his cigarette, he returned my smile and said, "Have a great day, sweetheart." I thought perhaps I had met him earlier at the conference, since his greeting … Read more »
In light of the passing of John Hughes, the Anthony Michael Hall oeuvre has been at the fore. It reminded me of--what was it, 1991? 1992? It was definitely before I ever had a real job.
I was a bartender at Terra Blues, a club on Bleecker St. in New York. Mr. Hall--Mike, as he was introduced--had come in. This wasn't geeky, cute Anthony Michael Hall, screaming "Jake!" underneath a glass … Read more »