I wasn't expecting violence; I was expecting brushes shishing over a ride cymbal, an evening of that. I was going to order a Cuba Libre and sit at one of the small tables in the shadows; I already had that expectation. My whistle was wet, I guess you'd say, when I came through that door.Read More
Isn't much to tell. Was an aftermath kind of thing. Disappointing: It looked good the way it was. You spent all that time then the scissors went too far. What were you thinking kind of thing. Just have to deal. Snip. That's how it works with mistakes. You slide it over here, like that. See? Covers that part. And you don't think about it too hard. Or you can throw the whole thing away and start again.
I told her, Jennifer, sweetheart, you need to be holding something in those paws of yours. You can’t just have them … up like that. You need something in them.
We tried the two cups of coffee. That was her idea. Spilled them on her blouse. Had to change. Took about an hour. Then we tried two KFC buckets. My idea. Smelled. Got on her clothes, she said. Had to quit for the day. Went to Wendy's - true story. Next morning, Teddy, our gaffer, was scrounging through an old box - there were wooden dolls and thimbles apparently, things he liked; then he calls out:
“Hey! Look at these two letters!“
I put on my glasses, pointed at him and said, “Bring those motherhumpers over here!”
Boom. Suddenly, we were making movies.