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Fri 2 Sep 2005

Nothing Up My Sleeve…

Posted by anaglyph under Music, Work
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Oooh. I’ve just come over all weak at the knees. Some kinda strange guy, Michael B. from foreign shores (ie the grand ol’ US of A) just wrote from out of the blue to tell me that he found my CD Houdini in the Apple iTunes Music Shop. This is news to me, ’cause I had no idea it was happening (that’s record companies for you). Seems like an opportune time for a plug then.

This is what people who aren’t just my friends and family have said about Houdini: [Link]

Sure, it’s in the Classical section (wha…?) and it looks like Michael made the first purchase, but heck, it’s better than being in the Bargain Bin at K-Mart (isn’t it?).

The Cow Instructs: Go buy it. Tell your friends to buy it. Tell them to tell their friends to buy it.

And rest secure in the knowledge that every cent of profit goes toward maintaining my single-malt whisky addiction.

 

Thu 1 Sep 2005

Tammy

Posted by anaglyph under Brushes With Fame, Music
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Brushes With Fame #1: Debbie Reynolds

I sometimes meet famous people in the course of my work. It’s no big deal. Really. I’ve never been a wannabee starfucker, even when the opportunity presented itself, as it once did with Debbie Reynolds.

It was late 1981. I was working as an audio assistant on a big daytime TV talk show. It was my first paying job after I graduated from film school. Back then I had very long hair. Oh yeah, I was a post-hippy hippy for sure. There was no way I was going to cut that hair. It nearly got me sacked from that job in fact, but I digress.

Debbie was a guest on the show. I don’t remember much about why, or what she said, or anything else really, except for one little sliver of time in between two segments (we were live-to-air) when I was called on to pin a radio mic on her when she took the guest chair.

At the time I didn’t actually know much about her, I have to confess, other than that she was in ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ and that she was famous for having good legs. I fumbled with the mic as I tried to attach it to her coat.

“Have you ever thought of cutting that hair?’ she said to me.

“Er, no, not really,” said I, suavely.

“I bet if I got you in the bedroom I could convince you to cut it,” she said, quiet enough so only I could hear.

Eeeewww. She’s so old, I thought. ((Tangentially, her personal assistant was a good looking young man about my age. I’m just saying.))

She was 49, not too many years older than I am now.