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connected to celebrity, never a celebrity
I once babysat the infant nephew of Casey and Nina Siemaszko, and ate Casey's dinner (filet mignon! I win!) at a debutante ball one year when I was a teenager. That was the year Nina was presented as a debutante, and I remember giddily walking down hotel hallways with her, gossiping about stuff. She's gorgeous in person, and she once dated David Duchovny. Casey was one of Biff's thugs in Back to the Future -- he was the one with the 3D glasses on all the time.
One time in Oak Park, I was walking down the street to work, or to the library, or something, and I walked right past Emo Phillips and Judy Tenuta, who were deep in conversation. That was the only time I ran into them, even though I think they lived in that town for a while. Seeing them so normally like that broke the illusion of their comedic personas. Emo has a deep voice. It's true. Oak Park is host to many 'celebrity' angles: the birthplace of Hemingway, the architectural stomping grounds of Frank Lloyd Wright -- I used to live next door to a house that was supposed to be FLW-designed. A wacky Frenchwoman lived there, and I had the dubious distinction of being the only one in my family ever to get invited over there. I remember very little of that house, actually.
Oh, I even have a Kevin Bacon link. I took a workshop with someone who performed, ensemble-wise, regularly, with Lusia Strus, who was in Stir of Echoes with Bacon. That movie, incidentally, was filmed just a neighborhood over from my current apartment, and is the same neighborhood where my friend Tom lives. Tom employs me to do web design, and he's currently working on a movie/documentary about Glenn Tillbrook (of Squeeze fame). (I spent one glorious evening sitting with Tom and Amy, who's the chicky behind the whole thing, watching raw footage of the documentary. It rocked.)
Ye gods, work is busy today, otherwise I would sit and mull over what seems like a gabillion connections I have to the entertaiment industry and the business of celebrity. I do sit and think quite a bit about how I seem to teeter in this weird place between being just a regular kid from Chicago, and being perhaps able to worm my way through to getting a foot in the door to something much, much bigger.
A lot of it I am sure is the It factor: I'm not sure I've got It. I used to have this grad student Nicholas tell me in college all the time that I was going to be famous. He'd say, in his strange lilt of a Jamaican accent, "Look at dat face: Krystyn Wells, you are going to be famous." I'd be appropriately (and sincerely) bashful, but I never could see what he saw. I never knew if he'd ever be speaking the truth or not, and I am still not sure he ever will be.
How much would I want fame? To be that visible? To tumble into the miasmic splendor of overload and attention and self-inspection and the marketing of my very person?
Is that belly button lint I see? Har!
Anyway, that was just a slice of the weird circles my life seems to revolve through ...
One time in Oak Park, I was walking down the street to work, or to the library, or something, and I walked right past Emo Phillips and Judy Tenuta, who were deep in conversation. That was the only time I ran into them, even though I think they lived in that town for a while. Seeing them so normally like that broke the illusion of their comedic personas. Emo has a deep voice. It's true. Oak Park is host to many 'celebrity' angles: the birthplace of Hemingway, the architectural stomping grounds of Frank Lloyd Wright -- I used to live next door to a house that was supposed to be FLW-designed. A wacky Frenchwoman lived there, and I had the dubious distinction of being the only one in my family ever to get invited over there. I remember very little of that house, actually.
Oh, I even have a Kevin Bacon link. I took a workshop with someone who performed, ensemble-wise, regularly, with Lusia Strus, who was in Stir of Echoes with Bacon. That movie, incidentally, was filmed just a neighborhood over from my current apartment, and is the same neighborhood where my friend Tom lives. Tom employs me to do web design, and he's currently working on a movie/documentary about Glenn Tillbrook (of Squeeze fame). (I spent one glorious evening sitting with Tom and Amy, who's the chicky behind the whole thing, watching raw footage of the documentary. It rocked.)
Ye gods, work is busy today, otherwise I would sit and mull over what seems like a gabillion connections I have to the entertaiment industry and the business of celebrity. I do sit and think quite a bit about how I seem to teeter in this weird place between being just a regular kid from Chicago, and being perhaps able to worm my way through to getting a foot in the door to something much, much bigger.
A lot of it I am sure is the It factor: I'm not sure I've got It. I used to have this grad student Nicholas tell me in college all the time that I was going to be famous. He'd say, in his strange lilt of a Jamaican accent, "Look at dat face: Krystyn Wells, you are going to be famous." I'd be appropriately (and sincerely) bashful, but I never could see what he saw. I never knew if he'd ever be speaking the truth or not, and I am still not sure he ever will be.
How much would I want fame? To be that visible? To tumble into the miasmic splendor of overload and attention and self-inspection and the marketing of my very person?
Is that belly button lint I see? Har!
Anyway, that was just a slice of the weird circles my life seems to revolve through ...
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(Anonymous) 2003-01-19 01:14 am (UTC)(link)Kevin Bacon link--I meant R. Lee Ermey once. He was the crabby judge in "Murder in the First." He's still about my only celebrity encounter, but it was a memorable one, that I will spare you from, since I can go on and on about it.
What else? I live in WA. The only "celebrity" I have "come in contact with" is a guy named Andras Jones, who is an actor/musician. I have heard a few of his songs, and heck, I remembered him as "Deke Simmons," from an episode of "Saved By the Bell." Anyway, he lives in my hometown and my sisters and I went to what we thought was going to be a performance by him, but turned out to be some performance of a bunch of people reading poetry. He was there... as a member of the audience. I admit to tackily staring at him, and he stared back. He is one of those people who looks much shorter in person, I noticed.
Melissa