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The music died

All the discussion of late around the Confederate flag brought the band Lynyrd Skynyrd to mind, since that flag is part of the band’s logo.

(I didn’t use that version here on The Sticky Egg because, um…no.)

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That led us to talking about where we were when we learned about the plane crash that killed half of the band members.

[If you’re too young to a) know who Lynyrd Skynyrd is, or b) remember the plane crash, move along.]

I was in bed asleep. The phone rang — a corded phone, no less  — and I walked down to my mother’s bedroom to answer it. A good friend of my oldest brother was on the line, and he was crying. I may have been young, but I knew a call that late at night could only mean one thing…

Someone had died.

We woke up my brother, who came to the phone in a fog of sleep. We heard him say, “Oh no. Oh God. Oh no.” Then he hung up the phone and turned to go back to bed.  We stopped him, saying, “Wait — what happened?”

He said simply, “Lynyrd Skynyrd died.”

I’m not sure either my mother or I knew exactly what that meant, so we went on to bed.  When we questioned my brother the next morning, he barely remembered the phone call.

But it stuck in my memory, all these years — the day Lynyrd Skynyrd died.

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Who ya gonna call?

ghostbustersPeople were horrified at first at the mere mention of a Ghostbusters reboot.

An all-female cast?  Blasphemy.

Then names like Melissa McCarthy and Sandra Bullock were tossed around.  And director Paul Feig tweeted a confirmation that the remake was indeed happening.

Now the tide appears to have turned, and everyone is stoked.  Actresses that aren’t even known for comedy are publicly ‘begging’ to be cast.

gillian andersonGillian Anderson, for example.

True, she’s got plenty of experience hunting otherworldly creatures on The X-Files…but comedy?

Not so much.

But when I think about some of the biggest moves I’ve made in my career, they didn’t start with your typical cover letter-resume-interview. I picked up the phone and asked for the job.  Who knows?  Might work the same in Hollywood.

So, go get ’em, Gillian.

You could be exactly what this crazy redo needs.

Everything you want is out there waiting for you to ask. Everything you want also wants you. But you have to take action to get it. — Jules Renard

 

 

Phone call

I saw this bus shelter ad for Seamless.com, an online food delivery service, in my neighborhood this morning:

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How old was the copywriter?

I can remember calling to book a flight…sometimes still do if an agency is handling the travel arrangements for a business meeting that I’m attending.

Write for your audience, not yourself, young people.

And Seamless, if you send me a coupon code, we can forget all about this.

Preppin’ a prank

Celebrities like George Clooney and Brad Pitt love to regale us with stories of the pranks they play on their fellow actors when they’re making movies.  Let me tell you —

They’ve got nuthin’ on me.

I played a prank on one of my best friends this past weekend that was 30 years in the making.

But let me back up a bit…

It all began when she pranked me only a couple of weeks after we met in college.  I was in her dorm room, waiting for her to get ready for dinner and noticed a framed photograph on her shelf —
john james youngCaroline with her arms draped around the neck of John James, one of the stars of the then hit drama Dynasty.

When I asked how the pic came to be, she confided that the two were dating, but she was keeping it quiet at his request.

Of course I didn’t believe her at first, but then she started producing a lot of convincing evidence:  her father’s pageant and production credits, connections through musical theatre friends and a well-timed phone call from John James.

I spoke to the man myself.

Begrudgingly I had to concede — the two were a couple.  He called on two other occasions when I was in her room and said hello.  But during our last conversation, ‘John’ confessed that he was really Caroline’s brother.

Why did she do it?  Especially to a friend that she barely knew?  Because she could?  Evil.

It is now a thing of legends, a story that we rehash often, laughing at her nerve and my naive acceptance.  But this past weekend, I turned the tables.  Now the story has a very different ending.

The satisfying conclusion, here — tomorrow…