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Your stories of complete assholes in the entertainment industry
My wifes uncle was in this small resort in Mexico last year having a drink at the bar with his wife. In walks none other than Robert Plant. Apparently he's a super nice guy and he was totally down with chilling with my uncle-in-law and having some drinks throughout the trip.
AtomikaLive fast and get fucked or whateverRegistered Userregular
edited September 2009
I actually played slots for while next to KC, he of The Sunshine Band. A very nice person, he actually seemed really bored with everything. It was literally an hour or so after a performance he just gave at the casino, and he's just up there hanging out. No entourage, no horde of fans, just sipping a Heineken and playing $50 per pull. Sometime before I left, he hit a jackpot for about $30,000, and could not have looked more bored with it all.
The movie Chain Reaction was set largely at the college I went to, and did quite a bit of filming on campus while I was a student there. They put out an open call for extras for a scene that was supposed to be a large lecture, so a group of friends and I decided to miss some class and go spend a day doing that. The morning was a little boring but occasionally entertaining - there was a chalkboard on the stage area with a lot of equations on it, and this being a supremely nerdy college a few of the audience members ended up getting them to correct some problems in the equations while still setting things up for the afternoon when the stars would actually be joining us. We managed to snag seats after the lunch break that were immediately next to the hall that both Keanu Reeves and Morgan Freeman were entering from, in the front row of that section.
The filming ended up taking all afternoon, with a fairly lengthy period of time between most takes. There really wasn't any sort of private area that the actors could go to in between takes, so Keanu tended to wander around a bit and talk to production staff, while Morgan Freeman took to grabbing a seat on the stairs. Right next to me o_O People started coming over in between takes to ask for autographs, and Morgan would say virtually the exact same thing each time, something along the lines of "If you ask me when we're done for today, I'll sign an autograph for you. But right now I'm working, and I'd like to concentrate on this scene. Come by when I'm done working." Now, I'm literally less than 6 inches to his left and in the path of everyone walking over, so after this repeated a few times I started keeping an eye out for other students approaching and stopping them in advance with that explanation. Morgan seemed to appreciate this, and after a while actually started talking to me in between takes. Mainly about the movie, and some of his past work, but he did ask me about school there, and what I was going for and whatnot. He was very serious about his work, and definitely does not like being interrupted, but was pretty cool with me after a time and it made for a great and memorable afternoon. And he did indeed sign autographs for quite a while after filming finished that afternoon.
Keanu was pretty amusing - when he first entered a lot of the girls were screaming and wolf whistling and he just laughed and waved. One girl somewhere in the back shouted something like "Shake it Keanu!" and he actually turned around and shook his ass for a couple of seconds, driving the crowd really crazy He signed a few autographs between takes when cornered, and did a lot of signing after filming was done. A friend invited him to a party that Friday night, and while he was most likely just acting (better than most people give him credit for) he seemed interested in stopping by and was looking for specifics until one of his people cut in with the whole "No, no, no, absolutely not, Mr. Reeves needs to leave now, sorry" and bundled him off onto a bus.
There was a dude in my department in school who'd once been a bouncer at a bar down in Oxford, Mississipi (don't remember which one, sorry) when they were filming A Time to Kill down there, and the cast would basically come in every night after work was done to chill out. They kind of became "regulars" so he had seen quite a bit of them by the time shooting was over.
IIRC this was his opinions of people:
Matthew McConaughey - loud, annoying, self-absorbed, also a total boozehound. In his words, "asshole".
Samuel L. Jackson - didn't really remember him but also thought he might have been kind of an "asshole". I was disappointed about this one but IIRC he wasn't nearly as bad as McConaughey.
Sandra Bullock - I think she was pretty cool or at least unremarkable.
When I was very young, maybe between 6 and 8, my Dad was stationed overseas and the Vice President at the time Walter Mondale was flying in for some reason.
There was a line of people to meet him and when I got up to him he said "and whats your name young lady?"
Fuck you Mondale!
I was stationed in Iceland back in 89'-90' and the only way to stay off base after midnight was to be signed into a hotel and not be on the streets. The hotel we stayed at had a club and a live band was playing when all the sudden Bjork comes on stage and I'm yelling at my buddies "Thats the chick from the SugarCubes! Thats the chick from the Sugar Cubes!". She starts singing and being a typical fuckwad American I start yelling "PLAY SOME METALLICA! PLAY SOME METALLICA!"
She stops the set and yells at me "you stupid fucking American! Go home! Get him out of here!"
To which I started yelling "Fuck you! The Sugar Cubes suck! YOU SUCK! FUCK YOU!"
And she is yelling at me the whole time the bouncers are pulling me out of the club.
My ex-wife was a PA for local commercial shoots in Oklahoma City and she got to meet some interesting people.
Garth Brooks is awesome, apparently. Joked with the crew the whole time, took pictures with everyone, signed everything and was generally awesome.
Jason and Jeremy London are assholes. Straight to the trailer and never interacted with anyone from the crew.
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KalTorakOne way or another, they all end up inthe Undercity.Registered Userregular
edited September 2009
I've only ever met celebrities at signing events; Neil Gaiman a couple of times - really sweet guy, chatted a little bit and let me take a picture with him that I'm afraid to show anyone because he looks kindof surly and mad in it. He apologized afterward but I said it was fine and ran away giggling.
I met Jon Hodgman at a reading and he consented to sign the back of my iPod which had his audiobook on it. He wrote "This is my audiobook" and drew a hobo symbol over the Apple.
Oh, not a signing event but not really a meet either: I went to see a play in London and was hanging out in the lobby about 15 minutes before it started and this ripple of whispers goes through the crowd: "Alan Rickman's here, Alan Rickman's here." I saw him strolling through with a few friends, his hair was long and silvery and made him look like a lion. I think everyone was too terrified to approach him, but one of my classmates noticed that there was an empty seat next to him so during intermission she went and sat next to him.
Oh yeah, I had a few pints with Simon Bisley at a comic convention in London back in the day. Nice guy.
He used to work for my dad, way back when. Apparently somewhere in the house there's a denim jacket that he painted up, which he did and sold for extra income.
Oh yeah, I was at a wedding with the 2nd guy in the Barclaycard ads that ran with Rowan Atkinson a while back. He talked about himself the whole fucking time. Nice enough but yeah...
I met Jon Hodgman at a reading and he consented to sign the back of my iPod which had his audiobook on it. He wrote "This is my audiobook" and drew a hobo symbol over the Apple.
He's supposedly really good. A friend of mine was at a signing and told him she was an aspiring writer. He was very supportive of her, even going so far as to sign her moleskine with the following "Fill this book with words, because I can't do it for you."
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Descendant XSkyrim is my god now.Outpost 31Registered Userregular
I have a few of both, most of these people aren't really celebrities unless you like metal.
<snip stories about various metal folk>
Along that vein, I once met Shagrath from Dimmu Borgir before a show they did in Vancouver, BC. A buddy and I were in an A&B Sound looking at cds when this obviously Scandinavian dude and his bodyguards walk in. I say to my buddy "I'll bet that guy's from Dimmu."
I walked up to one of the bodyguards (Shagrath was looking at cds as well) and say "is that Shagrath?" He answers in the affirmative. I then asked if Shagrath would mind signing my copy of Death Cult Armageddon. The dude siad that he probably wouldn't mind.
There's something very strange about asking a dude from Norway for your autograph. I'm not sure if he completely understood my request, 'cause he gave me this strange look and then signed the insert of my cd like he had never done it before. He didn't say anything to me, but he did say something to his bodyguard in Norwegian.
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Garry: I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time I'd rather not spend the rest of the winter TIED TO THIS FUCKING COUCH!
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Captain Ultralow resolution pictures of birdsRegistered Userregular
edited September 2009
So, uh, earlier this week, they were shooting a movie on campus here. It's Janie Jones, which stars Abigail Breslin. Now we were told that they were only going to be on campus for a little bit, since they were only shooting one scene, and only after a certain point in time, like they start filming after the sun sets. I was eating lunch in the cafeteria, when a really self-important jack-ass breezed in and demanded the manager kick everyone out of the cafeteria. Weird since they were going to be filming the quad outside, but they wanted the room for some equipment, I guess? I didn't stick around since I was nearly done, but my roomie did stick around. Said that eventually one of the assistant deans came and demanded everyone leave. So yeah, my roommate got gyped out of a meal by Abigail Breslin's manager. Not really Abigail Breslin's fault, but god, fuck that guy.
Not an asshole story, but when I was young, my mom, brother, and I went to a Weird Al concert.
After the show (which was absolutely awesome, the man and his crew put loads of effort into their shows) we went outside to go and see him. His manager told everyone to line up and that Al could only sign two things at most. When it was our turn, my mom withheld 2 CDs so that we could get head shots signed. He looked at the CDs and asked her if she wanted them signed as well. He signed them and said his manager was the one who didn't want to stay out all night, and that he personally didn't mind. He shook my hand too, really nice guy.
Well, this isn't my personal story, but it is really quite cool, and I had to share it.
This is this story of my GF's aunt, during her teenage years in the 80's, amongst the balmy weather of Queensland's tourist Mecca, The Gold Coast.
From all acounts, the aunt, Emma, was a strikingly beautiful woman as she was growing up. She had her fair share of suitors, but during the time of this story, she was unattached, care-free and enjoying the company of her friends. She enjoyed spending time at the myriad of cafes that the lively surfers paradise had to offer, and this story begins in one such venue, with Emma at lunch with a few friends of hers.
During their lunch, a very stately and beautiful lady approached their table, and while apologizing for her rudeness, asked Emma if they could have a word in private. Surprised, and a little intrigued, Emma followed the woman back to their table, where she had been sitting down with a man just slightly older Emma herself.
"Im sorry to have taken you away from your lunch, and your friends, but you are such a beautiful girl and my son here is quite taken with you and we would love if you could join us for the rest of your meal."
At this, the man rose, faltering slightly, and introduced himself.
"Hi, my name is Frank, Frank Jr."
He then pulled out a empty chair, gestured for her to sit, smiling hesitantly. Emma being fairly headstrong and impulsive, but still slightly bewildered about the meeting, but figuring nothing could go wrong in the middle of busy cafe and sat down with the pair. She was also intensely curious about what was going on.
According to her, it was 5 minutes into conversation before she realized that Frank Jr was, in fact, Frank Sinatra Jr. The lunch went on for another hour, and as they were making to leave, Frank asked her if she wanted to be his date for a movie premiere that night. Emma immediately said yes.
That night, to her great surprise, Frank showed up to pick her up in a stretch limousine, for what was a wonderful night where Frank Jr was a perfect gentleman.
While that sounds pretty amazing itself, it wasn't till the next day, when she was invited out to breakfast with Frank Jr, does the story get FANTASTIC.
At this breakfast was not only Frank Jr, but also Blue Eyes himself and the whole Rat Pack! Unfortunatly, no further amazing events transpired. There
Two weeks later, Emma received a letter from Frank Sinatra Jr, asking her to come visit him the USA, with some heavily implied long term notions......... but she decided to stay in Australia with her family.
I was absolutely gobsmacked when I heard the story. That stuff just doesn't happen! To most people obviously. And she was completely non-chalant about the whole event!
My boss has a great one along those lines. He has lived quite the life, coast guard, 11 years in Antarctica working for the National Science Foundation, and for this story, a roadie for (I think it was) the Greatful Dead. Anyway, at a big party in New York he meets a captivating young woman by the name of Barbara C. and they hit it off. A few days of bliss later, she informs him that she is leaving to Europe for an extended duration, and asks him to accompany her.
Now, he had quite the sweet gig, setting up the pyrotechnics and fireworks for a big band, traveling the country, getting in on the parties. So he declines.
Later he learned that the lady was one Barbara Colgate. Yeah, of the toothpaste brand.
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VoranthMI NOMBRE, POR CIERTOES DONTÉ!Registered Userregular
edited September 2009
I haven't met any asshole celebrities. Then again I haven't really met anyone world-famous.
I took a music course in Vancouver that was run by Dave Martone, and he taught me how to be an awesome musician and was just a fun guy to be around. I accidentally stole a CD from Chris Arnett of The Furies, but I came back later and gave him the money. He was cool with it.
Another one for the non-asshole file: Back in 2001, a friend and I went to go see Mike Watt, bassist from punk legends the Minutemen- if they don't ring a bell, they wrote the song "Corona," which would later become the "Jackass" theme. (And seriously, buy Double Nickels on the Dime.) At the time I carried a compact CD player with me everywhere I went, along with two or three CDs, and the ones I was carrying at the time were the Stooges' Fun House and Television's Marquee Moon. Little did I know that Watt's set would be heavy on covers, and would actually include songs from both of those CDs- "Down on the Street" and "Venus de Milo", respectively. After the show he was working merch, so my friend and I talked with him a bit, and he was amused by this weird coincidence.
Then I paid him $5 for a sticker I later found out was free.
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KalTorakOne way or another, they all end up inthe Undercity.Registered Userregular
edited September 2009
Oh I just remembered one. Another play in London, my class went to see "Love Story" with Kristen Johnson, Michael McKean, Neve Campbell, and Cillian Murphy. After the show (which was excellent) we waited by the stage door and saw them come out. Michael McKean and Neve Campbell said a quick "Hi" and left, Kristen Johnson stuck around to chat a bit, and Cillian Murphy was talking to someone involved with the show, still sort of in the building. He'd just started make it big in the movies, Batman had come out a year or so before, I think Sunshine still hadn't come out yet. He turned away from the guy he was talking to and saw the big crowd of us waiting for him and sort of jumped and went "whoa!" I don't think he'd gotten used to being a big star yet, seemed a bit shocked that everyone knew him. He stuck around and signed stuff and talked, but the whole time he seemed kindof bewildered and twitchy.
The big loud guy (in the 8 jersey) had to make me a goddam sandwich. I do not know what compels a professional sportsman to serve at the lunch bar they own, but there you have it...
It was my first and only (one can dream) celebrity sandwich.
One time I was in the food court at the local mall with a couple of mates. We were sitting not too far from a Sandbar (that's what it was called, right?), and for some reason my mate Mikey starts talking shit about this guy.
"Man, fuck Taine Randall, that guy sucks" or something like that, and then guess whose angry face pops up from behind the counter? Dude was a hands-on owner.
That place is a Subway now, though.
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Burden of ProofYou three boys picked a beautiful hill to die on.Registered Userregular
edited September 2009
Uh, I almost shook George Clooney's hand once. I'm sure it was exciting for him.
My dad was a blues singer for a long time, and had some great stories to tell.
One night in the late '70s, Pink Floyd was having a concert in Pittsburgh, where my dad had been living for some time. One of their backup singers came down with strep and they needed a replacement for the night's show, and my dad got the call. PF was apparently fucked up the entire show, and tried to repeatedly hit him with props, but he said that after it they were pretty cool if a little too into the drug scene.
The year before he died, he spent some time in Chicago and met B.B. King's daughter, who was apparently great and introduced him to the man himself. B.B. did a couple of songs with my dad at a private thing and was generally astounding, but my dad was always a fan of his.
My dad was a blues singer for a long time, and had some great stories to tell.
One night in the late '70s, Pink Floyd was having a concert in Pittsburgh, where my dad had been living for some time. One of their backup singers came down with strep and they needed a replacement for the night's show, and my dad got the call. PF was apparently fucked up the entire show, and tried to repeatedly hit him with props, but he said that after it they were pretty cool if a little too into the drug scene.
The year before he died, he spent some time in Chicago and met B.B. King's daughter, who was apparently great and introduced him to the man himself. B.B. did a couple of songs with my dad at a private thing and was generally astounding, but my dad was always a fan of his.
That's weird. I had always heard that they drank, but that Pink Floyd was pretty much over drugs after Syd Barrett went fucking loony after burning out on LSD. That might just be part of their own legend making apparatus though.
My dad was a blues singer for a long time, and had some great stories to tell.
One night in the late '70s, Pink Floyd was having a concert in Pittsburgh, where my dad had been living for some time. One of their backup singers came down with strep and they needed a replacement for the night's show, and my dad got the call. PF was apparently fucked up the entire show, and tried to repeatedly hit him with props, but he said that after it they were pretty cool if a little too into the drug scene.
The year before he died, he spent some time in Chicago and met B.B. King's daughter, who was apparently great and introduced him to the man himself. B.B. did a couple of songs with my dad at a private thing and was generally astounding, but my dad was always a fan of his.
That's weird. I had always heard that they drank, but that Pink Floyd was pretty much over drugs after Syd Barrett went fucking loony after burning out on LSD. That might just be part of their own legend making apparatus though.
I'm not sure when Syd Barret lost it, but I can tell you that, aside from trying to hit him with a feaux rocket a couple times and being generally weird, he thought they were all right.
My dad was a blues singer for a long time, and had some great stories to tell.
One night in the late '70s, Pink Floyd was having a concert in Pittsburgh, where my dad had been living for some time. One of their backup singers came down with strep and they needed a replacement for the night's show, and my dad got the call. PF was apparently fucked up the entire show, and tried to repeatedly hit him with props, but he said that after it they were pretty cool if a little too into the drug scene.
The year before he died, he spent some time in Chicago and met B.B. King's daughter, who was apparently great and introduced him to the man himself. B.B. did a couple of songs with my dad at a private thing and was generally astounding, but my dad was always a fan of his.
That's weird. I had always heard that they drank, but that Pink Floyd was pretty much over drugs after Syd Barrett went fucking loony after burning out on LSD. That might just be part of their own legend making apparatus though.
I'm not sure when Syd Barret lost it, but I can tell you that, aside from trying to hit him with a feaux rocket a couple times and being generally weird, he thought they were all right.
I've always heard the guys in Pink Floyd were extremely shy and stage-frightish. Supposedly, one of the reasons they developed their big crazy light shows and other forms of distraction is because they liked to play in the dark where no one could see them, and as a result they could still be a huge, famous band with a relatively low "on-the-street" profile. In the sixties and seventies it was supposedly possible to be a huge fan of PF and even have been to several of their concerts, and not know what the band members looked like face to face.
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JohnnyCacheStarting DefensePlace at the tableRegistered Userregular
The band stories remind me of a Twiztid Concert I went to. Twiztid was headlining but Blaze and ABK were supposed to open. Least thats how it was billed when ticketmaster sold the majority of the tickets. We get there and Blaze and ABK couldn't show for the last half of the tour because of other record label obligations so Twiztid got Fall Guy and Dog Fashion Disco to open. Crowd was pissed because they were expecting an all Psychopathic Records show. Fall Guy started and Intrinzik, the lead singer, does 3 of their 5 song set while beign bombarded with everthing from bottles, to change, to spit. He apologizes that Fall Guy isn't the band he came and no hard feelings and just throws his arms wide open and goes give me your best shot. Mother fucker got killed with bottles but afterwords the crowd let him finish their set and all seemed good. I was impress and later became a fan of Fallguy.
Dog Fashion Disco on the other hand fell apart under the hateraide that was served. The lead singer was giving an "I don't give a shit" attitude and when the entire venue sat down with their backs turned to the stage he then proceeded to crap in a box and threatened to throw it on the crowd if we wouldn't listen to their set. Some of the crowd got pissed and jumped on stage to confront them. Security rushed in and seperated the band from the fans. Someone got cut by someones chain or necklace or something so the cops came and frisked everyone down for weapons. After we were let back on Twiztid put on a pretty damn good show. Next day Twiztid angerly threw Dog Fashion Disco of the tour. They dont' take kindly to bands treating their fans like crap. Was a really wierd show to say the least.
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I know why this happened.
Blaze is Everlast. You ever seen em in the same place? Everlast was just like, "wooo fuck that second solo album kind of tanked. I wish I could just put on some stupid-ass clown makeup and start a second career"
Sooooo...I live in the same state as Jackson Hole. Harrison Ford lives in Jackson Hole. Harrison Ford has a helicopter. Harrison Ford has brought off no less than two rescues of people lost in the wyoming wilderness.
Let me repeat:
A boy scout got lost in the woods and Han Solo saved him in real life.
Andy Dick reintroduced Phil Hartman's wife to cocaine, which lead to her killing Phil Hartman. Apparently that wasn't enough for Dick who told Lovitz on two occasions that he would put the "Phil Hartman" curse on him. Jon Lovitz being best friends with Phil Hartman didn't take that well and on the second occasion he apparently bounced Andy Dick's head off of a bar several times.
This man is my new hero.
My sister sat next to Jon Lovitz the other night at a Peter Frampton concert. I begged her to thank him for punching Andy Dick in the face, but she said he seemed like he didn't want to be bothered.
I think it is perfectly acceptable to say something quick to a celebrity that they would have an interest in. I for one have many things I would love to say to Bill Murray that, no matter his mood, he would probably enjoy hearing.
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JohnnyCacheStarting DefensePlace at the tableRegistered Userregular
Andy Dick reintroduced Phil Hartman's wife to cocaine, which lead to her killing Phil Hartman. Apparently that wasn't enough for Dick who told Lovitz on two occasions that he would put the "Phil Hartman" curse on him. Jon Lovitz being best friends with Phil Hartman didn't take that well and on the second occasion he apparently bounced Andy Dick's head off of a bar several times.
This man is my new hero.
My sister sat next to Jon Lovitz the other night at a Peter Frampton concert. I begged her to thank him for punching Andy Dick in the face, but she said he seemed like he didn't want to be bothered.
Trust me, when you punch someone in the face you never get tired of hearing it was the right thing to do.
When the next election rolls around, I think we should make iron-on shirt prints with a graphic of Jon Lovitz knocking out Andy Dick and a "Lovitz '12" big ol' banner.
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So here's another Bill Murray story to throw into the pile - this isn't about me personally, but rather my dad.
My family is from Montana and my parents currently live in Palm Springs, an odd combination that makes this possible. A few years back, my dad was out with his father-in-law at a baseball game in Montana, when my grandpa mentioned that Bill Murray is a partial owner of the team, the Butte Copperkings. My dad bought a Copperkings hat and a few months later brought it with him to some golf tournament down here (I think it was the Bob Hope Chrysler Classic) where Murray is a big staple. My dad puts on the cap and has his small bag of other assorted crap (I think he wanted to get John Elway to sign something for a friend, and some other random autograph hound bullshit) as a bunch of the celebrities walk past. Bill Murray is among them, and spots my dad's hat. Guy beelines it into the crowd to my dad, takes his bag and hat and demands to know where he got it, all jokingly. Signs the hat without even being asked, and offers to sign whatever else (though nothing else was for him) and has a chat with my dad about a few things for a little while before going back to the tournament. Doesn't have any stake in the team anymore, but was apparently extremely friendly and just generally a cool guy.
I have a few of both, most of these people aren't really celebrities unless you like metal.
<snip stories about various metal folk>
Along that vein, I once met Shagrath from Dimmu Borgir before a show they did in Vancouver, BC. A buddy and I were in an A&B Sound looking at cds when this obviously Scandinavian dude and his bodyguards walk in. I say to my buddy "I'll bet that guy's from Dimmu."
I walked up to one of the bodyguards (Shagrath was looking at cds as well) and say "is that Shagrath?" He answers in the affirmative. I then asked if Shagrath would mind signing my copy of Death Cult Armageddon. The dude siad that he probably wouldn't mind.
There's something very strange about asking a dude from Norway for your autograph. I'm not sure if he completely understood my request, 'cause he gave me this strange look and then signed the insert of my cd like he had never done it before. He didn't say anything to me, but he did say something to his bodyguard in Norwegian.
Not sure if he's one of the guys that rode with us in the car with Nick Barker or not, but I recall one of them not speaking English at all. Vortex's English wasn't that great either. A few of the guys in Samael didn't know English either. It's totally understandable though. I felt a little weireded out when I did a small tour in a foreign land and was recognized. Man, I was only a fill in guitar player too. Getting asked to sign something you didn't actually perform on is weird.
So, I've got a funny story about Kane Hodder and gay porn.
Few years back, Kane Hodder (the man who plays Jason Voorhees in Friday the 13th) was at FanExpo, a combined Sci-Fi/Anime/Comic Book/Video Game/Horror convention.
Horror was a new addition to the con that year, so there were a lot of guests who were horror movie folk who really had little other reason to be there. For example the guy who did the voice of the Cryptkeeper from Tales from the Crypt.
Kane Hodder was there, and like most of the horror-related guests he didn't really have a line-up or anything. So, in addition to getting a picture taken with him, I chit-chatted with the fellow a little.
At one point, he made what I thought was a non sequiter comment: "Hey, are you into anime?"
I was taken aback, but hey, the strangest people are anime fans, right? So I say "Yeah, sorta."
"Okay, listen, I got a question: can you tell me what Yaoi is?"
I was dumbstruck. I didn't know what to say, or how to explain it, or even why he was asking.
As I was sort of silent and stunned, he continued "See, 'cause I've seen these chicks with signs like "This way to the Yaoi table" and t-shirts that are like "I Yaoi." I want to know what is this thing and why so many chicks are into it, and all I know is it's an anime thing."
So I tell him the truth, bluntly "It's gay porn."
And he nodded, explaining that he knew there was anime porn.
"So, like, lesbians and stuff?"
"No, that's Yuri, that's a different thing."
"Yeah, but... the people I saw with shirts and stuff, those were chicks."
"Yeah, Yaoi's primary audience is straight women."
The look on his face could only be described as "does not compute". It was like his brain had crashed, blue screen of death floating in front of his eyes while he frantically sought out a cerebral ctrl+alt+delete.
All he said was simply "That's fucked up."
I nodded sagely, and we spoke no more of it.
And that is how Jason Voorhess learned about Yaoi.
I just started reading this thread yesterday, but this....this right here will not be topped.
Please tell me he was wearing the Jason getup while you two conversed. Oh God that would be spectacular.
One of my buddies is in a band... hes kind of an asshole so I'll tell a story about him.
His band was touring in England, and one night at a bar for some reason he spit in some chicks face. I don't really know the circumstances too well... but suffice to say he was probably in the wrong.
Anyways, this chick turned out to be the daughter of the leader of the Millwall Football Club. If you've never heard of them... well; I quote from wiki: "Despite their best efforts of recent years, Millwall FC has an enduring reputation for having some of the most violent supporters in English football."
Yeah they wanted him either crippled or dead. They found out he was the drummer in the band, figured out all their upcoming tour dates and were gonna come down on him and make sure he could never play drums again. The only thing that saved my friend in the end was that one of the other bands he was touring with knew people or had members who used to be associated with Millwall.
It's a pretty crazy story but totally typical if you know the guy.
I assume that's the leader of a Millwall FC supporters' firm and not the owner of the actual club itself. That or Millwall is even more hardcore than we all though.
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Indeed, that's practically the entire plot of Gran Torino.
The filming ended up taking all afternoon, with a fairly lengthy period of time between most takes. There really wasn't any sort of private area that the actors could go to in between takes, so Keanu tended to wander around a bit and talk to production staff, while Morgan Freeman took to grabbing a seat on the stairs. Right next to me o_O People started coming over in between takes to ask for autographs, and Morgan would say virtually the exact same thing each time, something along the lines of "If you ask me when we're done for today, I'll sign an autograph for you. But right now I'm working, and I'd like to concentrate on this scene. Come by when I'm done working." Now, I'm literally less than 6 inches to his left and in the path of everyone walking over, so after this repeated a few times I started keeping an eye out for other students approaching and stopping them in advance with that explanation. Morgan seemed to appreciate this, and after a while actually started talking to me in between takes. Mainly about the movie, and some of his past work, but he did ask me about school there, and what I was going for and whatnot. He was very serious about his work, and definitely does not like being interrupted, but was pretty cool with me after a time and it made for a great and memorable afternoon. And he did indeed sign autographs for quite a while after filming finished that afternoon.
Keanu was pretty amusing - when he first entered a lot of the girls were screaming and wolf whistling and he just laughed and waved. One girl somewhere in the back shouted something like "Shake it Keanu!" and he actually turned around and shook his ass for a couple of seconds, driving the crowd really crazy
There was a dude in my department in school who'd once been a bouncer at a bar down in Oxford, Mississipi (don't remember which one, sorry) when they were filming A Time to Kill down there, and the cast would basically come in every night after work was done to chill out. They kind of became "regulars" so he had seen quite a bit of them by the time shooting was over.
IIRC this was his opinions of people:
Matthew McConaughey - loud, annoying, self-absorbed, also a total boozehound. In his words, "asshole".
Samuel L. Jackson - didn't really remember him but also thought he might have been kind of an "asshole". I was disappointed about this one but IIRC he wasn't nearly as bad as McConaughey.
Sandra Bullock - I think she was pretty cool or at least unremarkable.
There was a line of people to meet him and when I got up to him he said "and whats your name young lady?"
Fuck you Mondale!
I was stationed in Iceland back in 89'-90' and the only way to stay off base after midnight was to be signed into a hotel and not be on the streets. The hotel we stayed at had a club and a live band was playing when all the sudden Bjork comes on stage and I'm yelling at my buddies "Thats the chick from the SugarCubes! Thats the chick from the Sugar Cubes!". She starts singing and being a typical fuckwad American I start yelling "PLAY SOME METALLICA! PLAY SOME METALLICA!"
She stops the set and yells at me "you stupid fucking American! Go home! Get him out of here!"
To which I started yelling "Fuck you! The Sugar Cubes suck! YOU SUCK! FUCK YOU!"
And she is yelling at me the whole time the bouncers are pulling me out of the club.
My ex-wife was a PA for local commercial shoots in Oklahoma City and she got to meet some interesting people.
Garth Brooks is awesome, apparently. Joked with the crew the whole time, took pictures with everyone, signed everything and was generally awesome.
Jason and Jeremy London are assholes. Straight to the trailer and never interacted with anyone from the crew.
I met Jon Hodgman at a reading and he consented to sign the back of my iPod which had his audiobook on it. He wrote "This is my audiobook" and drew a hobo symbol over the Apple.
Oh, not a signing event but not really a meet either: I went to see a play in London and was hanging out in the lobby about 15 minutes before it started and this ripple of whispers goes through the crowd: "Alan Rickman's here, Alan Rickman's here." I saw him strolling through with a few friends, his hair was long and silvery and made him look like a lion. I think everyone was too terrified to approach him, but one of my classmates noticed that there was an empty seat next to him so during intermission she went and sat next to him.
He used to work for my dad, way back when. Apparently somewhere in the house there's a denim jacket that he painted up, which he did and sold for extra income.
He's supposedly really good. A friend of mine was at a signing and told him she was an aspiring writer. He was very supportive of her, even going so far as to sign her moleskine with the following "Fill this book with words, because I can't do it for you."
Along that vein, I once met Shagrath from Dimmu Borgir before a show they did in Vancouver, BC. A buddy and I were in an A&B Sound looking at cds when this obviously Scandinavian dude and his bodyguards walk in. I say to my buddy "I'll bet that guy's from Dimmu."
I walked up to one of the bodyguards (Shagrath was looking at cds as well) and say "is that Shagrath?" He answers in the affirmative. I then asked if Shagrath would mind signing my copy of Death Cult Armageddon. The dude siad that he probably wouldn't mind.
There's something very strange about asking a dude from Norway for your autograph. I'm not sure if he completely understood my request, 'cause he gave me this strange look and then signed the insert of my cd like he had never done it before. He didn't say anything to me, but he did say something to his bodyguard in Norwegian.
After the show (which was absolutely awesome, the man and his crew put loads of effort into their shows) we went outside to go and see him. His manager told everyone to line up and that Al could only sign two things at most. When it was our turn, my mom withheld 2 CDs so that we could get head shots signed. He looked at the CDs and asked her if she wanted them signed as well. He signed them and said his manager was the one who didn't want to stay out all night, and that he personally didn't mind. He shook my hand too, really nice guy.
This is this story of my GF's aunt, during her teenage years in the 80's, amongst the balmy weather of Queensland's tourist Mecca, The Gold Coast.
From all acounts, the aunt, Emma, was a strikingly beautiful woman as she was growing up. She had her fair share of suitors, but during the time of this story, she was unattached, care-free and enjoying the company of her friends. She enjoyed spending time at the myriad of cafes that the lively surfers paradise had to offer, and this story begins in one such venue, with Emma at lunch with a few friends of hers.
During their lunch, a very stately and beautiful lady approached their table, and while apologizing for her rudeness, asked Emma if they could have a word in private. Surprised, and a little intrigued, Emma followed the woman back to their table, where she had been sitting down with a man just slightly older Emma herself.
"Im sorry to have taken you away from your lunch, and your friends, but you are such a beautiful girl and my son here is quite taken with you and we would love if you could join us for the rest of your meal."
At this, the man rose, faltering slightly, and introduced himself.
"Hi, my name is Frank, Frank Jr."
He then pulled out a empty chair, gestured for her to sit, smiling hesitantly. Emma being fairly headstrong and impulsive, but still slightly bewildered about the meeting, but figuring nothing could go wrong in the middle of busy cafe and sat down with the pair. She was also intensely curious about what was going on.
According to her, it was 5 minutes into conversation before she realized that Frank Jr was, in fact, Frank Sinatra Jr. The lunch went on for another hour, and as they were making to leave, Frank asked her if she wanted to be his date for a movie premiere that night. Emma immediately said yes.
That night, to her great surprise, Frank showed up to pick her up in a stretch limousine, for what was a wonderful night where Frank Jr was a perfect gentleman.
While that sounds pretty amazing itself, it wasn't till the next day, when she was invited out to breakfast with Frank Jr, does the story get FANTASTIC.
At this breakfast was not only Frank Jr, but also Blue Eyes himself and the whole Rat Pack! Unfortunatly, no further amazing events transpired. There
Two weeks later, Emma received a letter from Frank Sinatra Jr, asking her to come visit him the USA, with some heavily implied long term notions......... but she decided to stay in Australia with her family.
I was absolutely gobsmacked when I heard the story. That stuff just doesn't happen! To most people obviously. And she was completely non-chalant about the whole event!
Now, he had quite the sweet gig, setting up the pyrotechnics and fireworks for a big band, traveling the country, getting in on the parties. So he declines.
Later he learned that the lady was one Barbara Colgate. Yeah, of the toothpaste brand.
I took a music course in Vancouver that was run by Dave Martone, and he taught me how to be an awesome musician and was just a fun guy to be around. I accidentally stole a CD from Chris Arnett of The Furies, but I came back later and gave him the money. He was cool with it.
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Then I paid him $5 for a sticker I later found out was free.
One time I was in the food court at the local mall with a couple of mates. We were sitting not too far from a Sandbar (that's what it was called, right?), and for some reason my mate Mikey starts talking shit about this guy.
"Man, fuck Taine Randall, that guy sucks" or something like that, and then guess whose angry face pops up from behind the counter? Dude was a hands-on owner.
That place is a Subway now, though.
One night in the late '70s, Pink Floyd was having a concert in Pittsburgh, where my dad had been living for some time. One of their backup singers came down with strep and they needed a replacement for the night's show, and my dad got the call. PF was apparently fucked up the entire show, and tried to repeatedly hit him with props, but he said that after it they were pretty cool if a little too into the drug scene.
The year before he died, he spent some time in Chicago and met B.B. King's daughter, who was apparently great and introduced him to the man himself. B.B. did a couple of songs with my dad at a private thing and was generally astounding, but my dad was always a fan of his.
That's weird. I had always heard that they drank, but that Pink Floyd was pretty much over drugs after Syd Barrett went fucking loony after burning out on LSD. That might just be part of their own legend making apparatus though.
I'm not sure when Syd Barret lost it, but I can tell you that, aside from trying to hit him with a feaux rocket a couple times and being generally weird, he thought they were all right.
I've always heard the guys in Pink Floyd were extremely shy and stage-frightish. Supposedly, one of the reasons they developed their big crazy light shows and other forms of distraction is because they liked to play in the dark where no one could see them, and as a result they could still be a huge, famous band with a relatively low "on-the-street" profile. In the sixties and seventies it was supposedly possible to be a huge fan of PF and even have been to several of their concerts, and not know what the band members looked like face to face.
Serioulsy
I know why this happened.
Blaze is Everlast. You ever seen em in the same place? Everlast was just like, "wooo fuck that second solo album kind of tanked. I wish I could just put on some stupid-ass clown makeup and start a second career"
Sooooo...I live in the same state as Jackson Hole. Harrison Ford lives in Jackson Hole. Harrison Ford has a helicopter. Harrison Ford has brought off no less than two rescues of people lost in the wyoming wilderness.
Let me repeat:
A boy scout got lost in the woods and Han Solo saved him in real life.
This actually happened.
And it was the second time he rescued someone.
I host a podcast about movies.
GET IN THE ELK, KID!
B-b-b-but Mr. Ford, town's only a 5 minute flight away plus I can hear other people yelling for us and -
GET IN THE FUCKING ELK!
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5 minutes later the search party stumbles across Harrison Ford standing over a bloated, bloody elk.
"Good morning! Nice of you to drop by!"
My sister sat next to Jon Lovitz the other night at a Peter Frampton concert. I begged her to thank him for punching Andy Dick in the face, but she said he seemed like he didn't want to be bothered.
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Trust me, when you punch someone in the face you never get tired of hearing it was the right thing to do.
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My family is from Montana and my parents currently live in Palm Springs, an odd combination that makes this possible. A few years back, my dad was out with his father-in-law at a baseball game in Montana, when my grandpa mentioned that Bill Murray is a partial owner of the team, the Butte Copperkings. My dad bought a Copperkings hat and a few months later brought it with him to some golf tournament down here (I think it was the Bob Hope Chrysler Classic) where Murray is a big staple. My dad puts on the cap and has his small bag of other assorted crap (I think he wanted to get John Elway to sign something for a friend, and some other random autograph hound bullshit) as a bunch of the celebrities walk past. Bill Murray is among them, and spots my dad's hat. Guy beelines it into the crowd to my dad, takes his bag and hat and demands to know where he got it, all jokingly. Signs the hat without even being asked, and offers to sign whatever else (though nothing else was for him) and has a chat with my dad about a few things for a little while before going back to the tournament. Doesn't have any stake in the team anymore, but was apparently extremely friendly and just generally a cool guy.
Not sure if he's one of the guys that rode with us in the car with Nick Barker or not, but I recall one of them not speaking English at all. Vortex's English wasn't that great either. A few of the guys in Samael didn't know English either. It's totally understandable though. I felt a little weireded out when I did a small tour in a foreign land and was recognized. Man, I was only a fill in guitar player too. Getting asked to sign something you didn't actually perform on is weird.
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I just started reading this thread yesterday, but this....this right here will not be topped.
Please tell me he was wearing the Jason getup while you two conversed. Oh God that would be spectacular.
"That's fucked up."
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His band was touring in England, and one night at a bar for some reason he spit in some chicks face. I don't really know the circumstances too well... but suffice to say he was probably in the wrong.
Anyways, this chick turned out to be the daughter of the leader of the Millwall Football Club. If you've never heard of them... well; I quote from wiki: "Despite their best efforts of recent years, Millwall FC has an enduring reputation for having some of the most violent supporters in English football."
Yeah they wanted him either crippled or dead. They found out he was the drummer in the band, figured out all their upcoming tour dates and were gonna come down on him and make sure he could never play drums again. The only thing that saved my friend in the end was that one of the other bands he was touring with knew people or had members who used to be associated with Millwall.
It's a pretty crazy story but totally typical if you know the guy.