tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post4597982348057234542..comments2023-10-30T06:21:18.757-04:00Comments on John Kelly's Voxford: I Reject You First: Fame, Fame, Fame...John Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15518490709206494331noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-17401935761270493542007-11-22T08:25:00.000-05:002007-11-22T08:25:00.000-05:00Ted Koppel! Dermot Mulroney! Calvin Trillin! Eydie...Ted Koppel! Dermot Mulroney! Calvin Trillin! Eydie Gorme! Tenpole Tudor! Max Weinberg! (The Boss's drummer.) What a varied crowd. Wouldn't it be fun to have a dinner party with all of them. "Tudor, meet Trillin."John Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15518490709206494331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-27735169978446816122007-11-20T21:44:00.000-05:002007-11-20T21:44:00.000-05:00I've interviewed Joshua Bell and Calvin Trillin. N...I've interviewed Joshua Bell and Calvin Trillin. Not very impressed, are you? Once I e-mailed U2's publicist. She never wrote me back. I guess the band was not interested in talking to me. (Sigh.)towwashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14114892350923262185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-6903726180238654072007-11-20T12:09:00.000-05:002007-11-20T12:09:00.000-05:00Let's see...I used to babysit Dermot Mulroney (and...Let's see...I used to babysit Dermot Mulroney (and his brother Kieran, also in the acting biz).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-5136027070104844952007-11-20T04:51:00.000-05:002007-11-20T04:51:00.000-05:00The difference between the British and American ve...The difference between the British and American versions of this game is that in the US, the winner is the person who knows the most famous person, whereas the Brits score points by having the most tenuous-but-still-plausible connection to the least-famous-but-still-heard-of celeb. Under the latter rules, I beat everyone easily: I was once asked for a light by Eddie Tudorpole, of Tenpole Tudor Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-29245120561607186092007-11-19T14:37:00.000-05:002007-11-19T14:37:00.000-05:00I knew RuPaul before he was a woman. Or something...I knew RuPaul before he was a woman. Or something like that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-77911719285289836822007-11-19T12:37:00.000-05:002007-11-19T12:37:00.000-05:00This is really depressing after reading the other ...This is really depressing after reading the other comments, I realize that I have met alot of politicians, but the closest I've come to musical royalty was having Diana Ross come into the audience and sit down next to my aisle seat and meeting Steve Lawrence and Eydie Gorme at a theme park when I was a little kid.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-50022587388314229722007-11-19T11:07:00.000-05:002007-11-19T11:07:00.000-05:00Greg/Chris here....All true, especially the lack o...Greg/Chris here....<BR/><BR/>All true, especially the lack of musical talent.<BR/><BR/>The really tragic part is that my parents were actually delighted that their son was practicing with his band in the dining room, and they kept sneaking down to film it with their super-8 movie camera. These films still exist, to my eternal shame. And my mom is still in contact with John, still slightly sorry Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-25025831443530931642007-11-19T10:21:00.000-05:002007-11-19T10:21:00.000-05:00The Item deserved better than their Thursday (or w...The Item deserved better than their Thursday (or was it Wednesday?) night gigs. I know, because I was there for more than a few of them.<BR/><BR/>My brush with fame? Bill Wyman once shook my hand during a Rolling Stones show when I was lucky enough to score front row seats.<BR/><BR/>I read the Spitz bio of the Beatles, and it is great. If you're like me, however, you'll be begging for the bookPABhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13045968643237897186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-41828155473119708602007-11-19T09:26:00.000-05:002007-11-19T09:26:00.000-05:00Once someone becomes famous all sorts of people cl...Once someone becomes famous all sorts of people claim to have known him and go on to invent stories of his childhood and youth. Biographers are well aware of this phenomenon.<BR/>In 1973 or so I got on an elevator in a Manhattan hotel, then the venue of a conference for college teachers, and suddenly found myself with Mohammed Ali, his wife, and bodyguard. As soon as the celebrated boxer got off Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-85400588780811857302007-11-19T08:10:00.000-05:002007-11-19T08:10:00.000-05:00This first one will demonstrate that I am "older t...This first one will demonstrate that I am "older than dirt," but, through a friend of a friend (while at American U), I was at one of Jimmy Carter's inaugural parties(he didn't call them balls) and shook his and Roselyn's hands. The nicest politician I've ever met is current Virginia Governor Tim Kaine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-20585857168569134372007-11-19T07:42:00.000-05:002007-11-19T07:42:00.000-05:00It's all true. I do believe the Unheard Music Fes...It's all true. I do believe the Unheard Music Festival that launched Ian MacKaye on an unsuspecting world was January 1981, but could be wrong. Also, we were lucky to get Thursday night gigs. I remember mostly Wednesdays. The pay was $35 and we'd give $15 to Jimmy the Sound Guy. I recently learned that he was actually paid by the bar, and just ripped the bands off because he could.<BR/><BR/JP McDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12062404622486006461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-59925045075055256662007-11-19T07:25:00.000-05:002007-11-19T07:25:00.000-05:00I'll play. My neighbors' son-in-law was Bruce Spr...I'll play. My neighbors' son-in-law was Bruce Springsteen's drummer on his last tour. This same guy put together my kids' Little Tykes wagon on Christmas Eve several years ago so that we could surprise them on Christmas morning, because my husband was working 12-hour shifts both days. (That's an exemplary display of Christmas spirit, especially when you consider that he - the drummer - is Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862729565948191502.post-34806504897598339142007-11-19T07:15:00.000-05:002007-11-19T07:15:00.000-05:00You're doing better than I am. I'm afraid I depend...You're doing better than I am. I'm afraid I depend on the "Six Degrees of Separation" theory to reach fame. I am one away from a few good ones though. My son once spent and hour or two with Julius Erving and my nephew attended a party at Danny Efman's house (think Oingo Boingo). That's it for me. It's sad really.Mrs. Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14044255357653198954noreply@blogger.com