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A note from Bill:
Rich says I'm too modest about discussing my Acting career - could be. But, today I have a story that I felt compelled to share about my "brush with greatness" with one of the greatest American actors of the 20th century: the titanic James Earl Jones, in a Shakespearean production of the rarely produced Timon of Athens.
It's one thing to work with an awesome talent, - and I've stood toe to toe with a bunch of Academy, Tony, and Emmy award winners -, but the heat coming off from this icon gave me one of the most fundamental and profound experiences of my early theatrical education.
Rich and I also welcome a few other recent check-ins to the Hotel Bohemia: the magnificent Cissy Houston (mom to Whitney); Linda Ronstadt's talented songwriting protege J.D. Souther, and the one and only Kris Kristofferson.
"He's a poet, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher, he's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned. He's walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, takin' every wrong direction on his lonely way back home"
(He claimed the song was not written about himself, but isn't every song... at least a little bit?)
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A note from Bill:
Rich says I'm too modest about discussing my Acting career - could be. But, today I have a story that I felt compelled to share about my "brush with greatness" with one of the greatest American actors of the 20th century: the titanic James Earl Jones, in a Shakespearean production of the rarely produced Timon of Athens.
It's one thing to work with an awesome talent, - and I've stood toe to toe with a bunch of Academy, Tony, and Emmy award winners -, but the heat coming off from this icon gave me one of the most fundamental and profound experiences of my early theatrical education.
Rich and I also welcome a few other recent check-ins to the Hotel Bohemia: the magnificent Cissy Houston (mom to Whitney); Linda Ronstadt's talented songwriting protege J.D. Souther, and the one and only Kris Kristofferson.
"He's a poet, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher, he's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned. He's walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, takin' every wrong direction on his lonely way back home"
(He claimed the song was not written about himself, but isn't every song... at least a little bit?)