Though susceptible to emarketing, I still receive email from the Philadelphia outlet that hosts Broadway tours because if I ever set foot in New York City again, I’ll be the most surprised person out of anyone. In these emails, I expect to see notices of other upcoming shows. What I don’t expect is hyperbole to the point that I almost spit out my drink whilst reading the screen:
Rob Lowe: Hollywood actor and screen legend.
Oh, take a seat. This is going to take a few…
Inspired by a recent conversation with a bloggy friend, who confessed jealousy towards the situation in the Tom Hanks classic movie Castaway.
So I tell a wee story. I says…
Therapist: “Write about the Tom Hanks movie where he’s alone and why we need people in our lives.”
Me: “Are you insane? That’s a DREAM COME TRUE!”
And SCENE.
*bows*
(Editor’s note: Not all the time… just a lot of the time… well, most of the time… unless they’re My People… ergo not annoying… OK. Just make it all the time.)
“What I want is songs that echo. The stuff we’re doing now is like somebody’s bed sheets: spread ’em out, soil ’em, ship ’em out to laundry, you know? But our songs…I want us to be able to fold ourselves up in them forever… understand? That’s the most you’ll ever get out of me Wordman. Ever.”
~Eddie Wilson
